Polymid

A weekly poetry blog describing mostly Sundays. Written by James M. Frost

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13 July 2014

Crowing Cock

Ingesting that red liquid
let it flow down
and ruin my bowel movements
let it flow down
and build up my high.

The soothing sounds of a hangover
that annoying crowing cock
bankrupting my mental capacity for patience
and resistance to sunlight

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