The drunk preacher (English poem)
There's no perfection
Why comment her hair?
There's no perfection
Why criticize her shape?
There's no perfection
Why demonize her thoughts?
When you grow up intellectually
And stop reading magazines
Stop day dreaming about perfection
You'll see, what I saw in her
.
No long, will turn to, so long
The boat has shipped
You kinda fucked it all up
I won't call you a coward
No I won't, I won't make fun of you
I'm just going to wipe those tears
And hand you a flower
You know why?
It's never to late
.
It goes for you to sister
You that prioritize garbage
Over affection
We all have a expiration date
Open yourself to new experiences
Look him as a human
Not meat for fun
. ....one more scotch, please Sir
The faster you get me one
The nicer will be the tab
I'm preaching to the lost souls
The comsumers of fast love
Have you ever seen pettyness?
I see her everyday,
We are entangled
Not subconsciously
But by my own mankind
I think I had to many... Take this.. And buy something nice
To the person you most love.
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The drunk preacher l, 21/05/2019