Poetry should be written in the language of the drunk,
the woman who picks through garbage for empty bottles,
the man who sleeps on a piece of cardboard.
These are the real voices of humanity.
Filed under creative writing, original writing, poem, Short stories and essays
Tagged as drunks, Humaity, outlaw poetry, poetry, whores
so true, so true … tony
A shot of whiskey, and a warm beer chaser to you, my friend.
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