Offers of plenty nothing

or: Lazy blood

What has that amity gotten me?
Blank teeth and mutual enemies.
Stutters of poetry and luxury,
in Seneca’s accord, his blood lazy
as our careers of only sitting.
Stone drunks and epistolaries
that would eat fire if we had any.
Lone drunks their brains silly
on whiskey itinerant with whiskey.
Lucky me I know it’s all matter merely.

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~ by Jeremy on May 25, 2012.

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