The Carcasses Of Inspiration

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The carcasses of inspiration
Wine glasses with Burgundy residue
Speaking to late nights & early mornings
Scribbles in the margin on the follow through
Feeling parched as I wake
Noticing your lipstick stains
Upon the rim of the glass
Reminding me of the dreams that remain
Bleary eyed, drinking the coffee grounds
Searching for a fate within the dregs
Fumbling over these typewriter keys
Lightheaded when I see your naked legs
Your smile is a distraction
But you pop a button & then one more
I’m at your complete mercy
Once the nightgown hits the floor

Image by TastyCinnamonn from Pixabay

 

Tired of the Asses & Elephants?

Tired of the Asses & Elephants?

We’re going to storm the gates

No longer to ruin this great land

Taking back society & eliminate hate

We’re going to run them out of town

Never distracted by the suits so debonair

They’ll plead & beg for mercy & our votes

That’s when we have Washington in our crosshairs