Poem Written On A Plane Over The Atlantic Attempting To Justify A Life Of Debauchery

Cherry

By TheShyAssassin

Thu, 22 Nov 2018
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But surely now my wings must melt.
I’m flying so near the sun.
But the victims of sobriety
Have not run as I have run.
 
I have no right to judge of them.
As they may not judge me.
So bless them and their Netflix lives,
Pressing “Play” on bended knee.
 
I don’t regret a minute,
Well sometimes late in bed.
But I’ll not regret the marvellous things.
I’ve pictured in my head.
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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Fabulous title - and I really like the poem. Do you think perhaps that first 'but' might be a bit unnecessary?

 

Submitted by Kurt Rellians on

Great poem, I enjoyed it. It seems to say quite a lot without containing too many words.