cheap chardonnay
cheap chardonnaydrank straight from the bottle
at room temperature
kiss my dry lips
and deliver me from sobriety,
take me to the house of forgetfulness
snickerdoodle cookies and root beer
in the middle of the night
and it's raining like it'll never stop
it's five o'clock somewhere,
i guess
and i'm stuck home alone
with a warm bottle of cheap wine
9/7/15
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2015-09-16 at 23:53
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