Choking on Whiskey
I will be laughing
While you’re choking
On whiskey
And washed-up memories
Of shit
You haven’t achieved.
Screw it.
I’ll start laughing
Now,
Right now.
Mark Antony Rossi
Mark Antony Rossi is a poet, author and host of the literary podcast “Strength To Be Human” https://strengthtobehuman.podbean.com
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Poetry
Rough but true. Too much glory thrown on drunk fools.
ReplyDeleteYou are right. Whiskey hounds not worth a solo cup of piss. Eve.
ReplyDeleteLove it!
ReplyDeleteSolid poem of revelation and revenge. Hell with the mean drunk. Watch out for the sinister sober.
ReplyDeleteAfter we beat up the drunks can be get on with reading and judging poetry. This is a literary journal.
ReplyDeleteI wish the poem had more invective. And I'm Irish saying this.
ReplyDeleteBecause of drunks and druggies the reading public often confuse every writer as a potential crazy person. Nothing romantic about slowly killing yourself.
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