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Upon Being an Accidental Pg3 Socialite

Upon Being an Accidental Pg3 Socialite

He asked ‘Sir, Madam, photo please,’
We were all feeling great, our hair dancing to breeze
And hence we went ‘umm, okay’ and said cheese
A moment was enough for him to seize
Never mind that in that same moment I arrested a sneeze
Well, pictures always demand you freeze
We forgot all about it the next moment as we went twisting our knees
Dancing at this new pub, it’s greatest thing – no fleas!
The night was crazy, the memory of it locked away and we lost the keys
Came back home, went to bed and dreamt of cocktail seas
Only to wake up holding a hurting head and go ‘Jeeeeezzzzzz!!!!’
What is this? My picture on Pg3! ‘I think I should go die’

My brother agrees.


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This entry was posted on May 27, 2013 by in Something Like Poetry.

Fighting An Additction

Not One MoreSeptember 12th, 2014
Addiction is a curse one allows upon one's self until it ceases to seek permission. I do not like the idea of a mind controlled by substance. If I can refrain for 30 days, I'd be very impressed with myself.

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