Slag
by Mark Base
Yesterday morning I woke up late,
Lying in your bed, God, what a state.
Too many drinks the night before;
Stumbling out through your front door –
I had fun, hope you had fun, too.
I had to work and you were dead;
Too many vodkas go to your head.
Quickly got dressed and left your house,
Quieter than a little rat –
You don’t know where I’ve been tonight.
Truth is I like to be this free –
I’m into promiscuity;
No one can ever collar me,
But open your eyes and you will see
I might just might spend one more night with you.
One more night with you,
Yeah, that’ll do
For me.
Falling in love is just a dream –
I really love it with whipped cream;
You’ve got good taste, I like your smell –
We’re going down and down and down
Into the deepest depths of Heaven.
Down and down into the deepest,
Down and down into the deepest,
Down into the deepest depths of Heaven.
I could spend one more night with you;
Maybe a week, a month, or two…
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Анатолий Жигулин – Гулко эхо от ранних шагов
- A Misty Morning by Mary Etta Mietcalf
- Andromeda poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- The Lads in Their Hundreds poem – A. E. Housman
- Years by Sylvia Plath
- Robert Burns: On Capt. Lascelles:
- Алишер Навои – Птицу-сердце полонила нежных локонов силком
- Sonnet 48: How careful was I, when I took my way by William Shakespeare
- Inflexible As Fate poem – Alfred Austin
- Яков Полонский – Белая ночь
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Знакомое место
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Все люди
- Homecoming by Robert Lowell
- Nevertheless by Marianne Moore
- The Death of Knowledge by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
