Poem: The Wobbling

Lights are all over there.

Foggy eyes.

Warbling ear.

Am I drunk,

Or deranged?

There’s something sparking,

In my brain.

And I can’t

Think—

Straight

Ugh…

Fuck.

What was I saying?

Been up,

Been down,

Done too,

Too many hours now.

Taking a plunge.

Takin’ a seat.

Grammars erroring,

Sore ass feet.

Drugs of choice,

Drink em down,

Caffeine,

Booze,

Fuck I’m a frown.

All I’m seeing,

Is fucking wobbling.

Special thanks to: Bob GerkinCollin PearmanDylan AlexanderJerry Banfield, and Michael The Comic Nerd. 

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