DRUNKARD fiddlers fill your
legs with song, your body
shakes, and tumbles, then drops
to the floor.
BUT i digress,
BUT i digress,
says the wind and moon,
for it wasnt my fought,
it was the devel, and that
drug called booze.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/23-fitzroy-road-paranomal-jump-shot/
