poem- how do you, do.

I don’t like to sit alone.
I like a bottle of beer, whiskey,
or at least a glass of wine.
And all the world walks on stage
asking for the underachieved to
un-rise again from their unwanted
partners- I take them with me.

Then again
I love sitting in a room, alone
Four walls
Maybe a window

-M. Taggart

 

 

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