That's what I do when I've been drinking at 2 in a afternoon.
That's what I do when I've been drinking at 2 in a afternoon.
Originally Posted by Sting
But in reality, I just started this creative writing class, and I had to write a sonnet. A sonnet. You read that right.
So I wrote about porn and meth. That's what sonnets do. Hit you in the junk with the real biznis.
Here's another poem, about an orange peel. I should sell this shit and make a fortune, I think.
The Orange Peel
Spicier than a typical blood orange, the Sri Lankan Pumfiri possesses a peel
of such pungence
it has medicinal qualities. Astringent and bitter
juice from the peel,
when applied to dirty sores,
neutralizes germs
and promotes healing.
This remedy is not popular among the young, but the tangy
auburn
flesh
of the fruit
somewhat compensates
for the tears
and the sting.
Away from the countryside, in cities,
the fruit is found in exotic drinks,
perhaps drowned in vodka,
in the bars and clubs.
The peel may be seen,
a delicate rind,
adorning the rim of the glass.
Trysting strangers
toast to their favor;
their rinds come together.
Again,
the bitter juice
becomes medicine,
numbs.
Originally Posted by Sting
I need a hobby.
Originally Posted by Sting
Lmao, nice. haha
Yesterday was freaking awesome. I really need to drink more.
I'll provide an event report of my poetry reading in this very thread.
Originally Posted by Sting
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