I got drunk off of the water.
It was far too spiritous for me.
The purity was so tempting
That I drank it too quickly.
The air must not be legal.
I swear I'm fucking high.
It's laced with gold and silver,
And it's toxic to my mind.
I whore myself to moments
Where passion and love are birthed
I guess in everyone's vices
You can see what they are worth.
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voracity/voratious
This is what comes to mind when I read the poem. i did enjoy it. It is a great little piece about intoxication of the soul with the instruments that surround us. i particularly like the last stanza.
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this was fun to read, i don't think i really relate to this poem but that didn't take anything away from it at all. um...a title. i don't really know what i'd titled this one either. lol. sorry, hopefully someone will come up with something good to match the good poem. keep it up
Jon
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