Something you once told me
Never lying
Heard it once long ago
Good advice
I liked it
Drink in hand
Watching everyone fall
Call me the champ
Call me immortal
The drink pourer if you will
Everyone on the floor
Drunken dead
Walk past sleeping bodies
This place is weak
A smile upon my lips
Remembering what you said
Placing my cup down
And out the door
"Don't drink at a cult meeting"
A contest entry
- Kill me with the last line. by Loki.
1750 points, ended July 25, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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great
I enjoyed reading your poem thank you, Boog -
always remember, never cut in the kool aid line.
nice write, good luck.


