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Precursor to a Drunk Dial

Contributed by CodyJ on Wednesday, 18th May 2005 @ 09:03:09 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Eyes carry the baggage from last night,
not enough sleep, all right, all right,
don't tell me twice that I'm not that bright,
I just couldn't find sleep last night.
One drink led unto another,
and then another, and then another,
and then... and then..
the hallway got small around me,
around her, she wasn't tall,
when I leaned for a peck,
all I got was wall.
How does the world blur?
Does it speed up, do I slow down,
do I stop moving when everything around
me falls forward like the stumbling drunk
I seem to be.
Rambling like a brandy soaked candy,
I'm randy but all I get is handy,
sorry, convienent, excuses from a brawd named Mandy
I'd move on to Peg if I could move my leg,
or take a shot Jen if I could stand up again,
but I'll settle for a ten, who's a five in the light
of dawn when all that was going on
seems like the last whisps of a dream,
poofed by my alarm.




Copyright © CodyJ ... [ 2005-05-18 21:03:09]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Precursor to a Drunk Dial (User Rating: 1 )
by brokenwings on Wednesday, 18th May 2005 @ 09:20:34 PM AEST
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umm i'm not sure about this but it flowed well


Re: Precursor to a Drunk Dial (User Rating: 1 )
by Fears on Sunday, 22nd May 2005 @ 09:23:59 PM AEST
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not quite sure what to think about this poem. I was alright until Rambling like a brandy soaked candy,
I'm randy but all I get is handy,
sorry, convienent, excuses from a brawd named Mandy

The rest sounded good.




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