Les plus lus ▸
Dave Bonta
among the granaries of sleep
I burn
where such variety of pictures
I enjoy no pleasure in the sight of them
the greatest plenty turns
to absence in my hands
I don’t appreciate that language,
Don’t appreciate that tone,
As I utter numerous profanities,
As I scream and yell,
You must be more loyal,
Must be more honest,
As I exit the hotel with my mistress,
Having told my wife I was out of town,
You shouldn’t smoke or drink,
Addiction is for the weak,
Smoking my second pack of the day,
Two weeks removed from AA,
Gossip shows a lack of maturity,
It shows a lack of respect,
Did you hear about what’s his name?
How can he live with himself?