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
- Николай Языков – Е. А. Тимашевой (Молодая ученица)
- Laughter In The Senate by Sidney Lanier
- Alexander VI Dines with the Cardinal of Capua by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Ode On Melancholy poem – John Keats poems
- To the author(s) of Manimekalai by T. Wignesan
- First Sight by Philip Larkin
- A Musician’s Wife by Weldon Kees
- La Belle Dame Sans Merci poem – John Keats poems
- Moving In Winter
- To Arms! poem – Alfred Austin
- ALL THINGS DECAY AND DIE by Robert Herrick
- Eve by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Олег Бундур – Хорошее слово
- Владимир Британишский – И у нас однако ж был Лицей
- Morning Poem #40 by Wanda Phipps
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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).
