Poetry, Prose & Free Verse By Paul Warren About The Human Condition
we drank the
cheapest wine
it made me puke,
it wasn’t red
it wasn’t white
it tasted like shite,
there’s no
enterprise
greater
than waiting
on the waiter
to pour this
out of date
vinegar
so we can swill
it around
our pallet
and pretend
we want
to drink it
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