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
- Sonnet 7: Lo, in the orient when the gracious light by William Shakespeare
- Ode to Duty by William Wordsworth
- A Whispered Tale by Siegfried Sassoon
- do you believe in always by Steve Troyanovich
- Forget-me-nots by Vishü Rita Krocha
- Ольга Седакова – С нежностью и глубиной
- The Primrose of the Rock by William Wordsworth
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 103. The Mountain Spite. Томас Мур.
- The Road To Ruin by Siegfried Sassoon
- Everything by Philip Levine
- Twins by Vinko Kalinić
- Aunt Jennifer039s Tigers
- Олег Сердобольский – Кузнечик
- Илья Эренбург – Взвился рыжий, ближе
- The More Loving One by W. H. Auden
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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).
