I’m waiting for a Molotov…
COCKTAIL!
SHOTGUN a couple shells,
Watch me go straight to JAIL.
Left there for life,
Not me chasing BAIL.
Capsizing in the sea;
Oh! Woe is me?!
Caught up in brutal captivity.
At the rate that this is going,
I don’t need blatant negativity.
I thought that I couldn’t see…
The thoughts I’m having,
Could be some form of telepathy.
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Jessica Varvil
Sales Associate, Poet by Night. Loves black coffee. My poems and short stories range immensely. I write inspirational, romance, recovery and nature- related themes. I hope you enjoy!
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