Slurred speech speaks so sober
Secret truths lie and wait
For Saturday night or Thirsty Thursday,
Intoxication’s ever clear escape.
Verbal Vomit; other times actual
Misspelled texts no autocorrect can fix
Embarrassing but undeniably factual
Confessions from the bottom of a bottle.
Sober speech, sugary and subtractive
Drunk diction is far more precise
“Dude *hiccup* I think your mom is hella attractive”
Or, “Why can’t we just time back turn?”
Sometime’s a hang-up, other times a hangover
Calls end in hot booty or maybe cold shoulders
it would be easier to take if life came with erasers
But we’re given one shot, and only bitches use chasers.
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Herban Poetry
PoetryA small but ever-growing collection of original poetry from the mind of a 19 year old pothead. This is home to a large range of thoughts, feelings, and ideas that cloud my head in poetry form.
