I’m awake at
five forty seven,
feeling perky,
and a
little bit lewd;
drinking a
vodka-orange,
eating leftover
Chinese food.
Think I’ll go
sit outdoors
in my undies,
and welcome in
the new morn;
perhaps it’ll
inspire poetry,
perhaps with a
slight hint of porn.
~gj duerrschmidt
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