In truth

Ummm...


In truth


This table
is a world unto it’s own
Where salt resides
Where check stubs make their home
Where pens and unpaid bills collectively
Proclaim in truth
We are a part of thee


Plastic fleshed


The buttons of this world
they call to me
Caress my plastic fleshed
technology
Like a lovers voice
seductively
Command my very mood
so magically


Until


The beer sat there so cool
enticingly
Almost as if to say
come drink of me
Yet I have found
It did not satisfy
Until a case
had passed my liver by




YouSir

Hahahaha! Loved it!

Nice.

a reply to: Night Star


Ummm...Hello light...It's funny...these were actually three different poems...they do seem to fit together if you use a big enough hammer though...




YouSir

a reply to: Errollorre


Ummm...thank you Mr. Flynn...




YouSir