What was I thinking: Mixed Rhyme


Later that day,
found myself,
sitting in a cell,
thinking what the hell,
writing a poem,
about things I say,
when full of drink,
and seem to think,
better not said,
when out of my head
and totally drunk
and that’s what I thunk…

Patsy, 2017

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