by Melanie Browne
You can probably get drunk here.
Maybe find a woman to do the reverse cowgirl with.
You might find an Angel named Clarence here,
but then again, you probably won’t.
It’s a nice place,
but watch out for the bank examiner.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
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This is one of the truest poems I've read recently. You know the ones that just scream "I'm true"! Yeah, that kind.
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