Shots

A Poem by Tay

One shot
Two shots
Three shots
Four
Five shots
Six shots
Seven shots more
Eight shots
Nine shots
Ten shots more
You’re nothing than a faded blob
Torturing me is your favorite job
Eleven shots
Twelve shots more
Now I’m lying on the floor Baby please don't walk out the door One shot Two shots Three shots more Four shots Five shots Forever more.

© 2013 Tay

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Added on February 24, 2013
Last Updated on February 24, 2013

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Tay

Fairbanks, AK

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