UnPoetia/Selected poem

When, laughing, first I saw your pimpled face

My tears could shake the spirits from their flask

Those spirits played a joking little ace

And drunken lust connived in me to ask

While I was kissing you my eyes were closed

From passion? No, from not wanting to see

How bad my rep was surely to be hosed

You kind of smell like drunken morning pee

I want to leave and live inside a cave

I wish I didn't know that you don't shaveMain Page