I would like to think everyone who writes for The World Looks Better in Pink for letting me write poems on this blog.
Crying Drunk
Last night at work
after the rush was over
I stood next to Luna
I said, “The good boss
is here
we can get drunk”
She replied, “I only drank once,
with The BF in a hotel
Captain and Rum
The Fresh Prince was on
I started to cry
he settled me down
then we had sex
and I began crying again
I couldn't stop
I laid in the bed
and couldn't stop.”
“Oh. Maybe we
shouldn't drink.”
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I would chuckle out loud if I read this in a room with other people in it. I think I would, at least.
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