A Poem – The Fog Was Thick

I wanted to write today. About a picture of a dock engulfed in fog.
The fog was thick.

How’s that. fuckers.
My drink is nice. It’s a mixture of ice and booze.
The booze being Gin. Which isn’t my first choice.
it’s what I had

The dock photo isn’t a great photo
it’s OK
I want to give it away

Outside my window there are trees
Beyond those trees, a rich man lives
he built a house for his son

Today there was a violent fight
between a young man and young woman

i think she won

now though the fan is cooling the air
and I’m enjoying my drink

 

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Please, use this photo. However you’d like. I took it.  It’s OK, but not great.

Fathers Day

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