Slag
by Mark Base
Yesterday morning I woke up late,
Lying in your bed, God, what a state.
Too many drinks the night before;
Stumbling out through your front door –
I had fun, hope you had fun, too.
I had to work and you were dead;
Too many vodkas go to your head.
Quickly got dressed and left your house,
Quieter than a little rat –
You don’t know where I’ve been tonight.
Truth is I like to be this free –
I’m into promiscuity;
No one can ever collar me,
But open your eyes and you will see
I might just might spend one more night with you.
One more night with you,
Yeah, that’ll do
For me.
Falling in love is just a dream –
I really love it with whipped cream;
You’ve got good taste, I like your smell –
We’re going down and down and down
Into the deepest depths of Heaven.
Down and down into the deepest,
Down and down into the deepest,
Down into the deepest depths of Heaven.
I could spend one more night with you;
Maybe a week, a month, or two…
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Ужасающая фамильярность
- The Sound Of Music -a Ghazal by Umamaheswari Anandane
- Владимир Маяковский – Прощанье
- Afternoon song by Sunil Sharma
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Дом в цветах
- A New Year’s Gift by William Strode
- Омар Хайям – О, не растите дерево печали
- Written in March by William Wordsworth
- A Welcome by William Browne
- The Rape of the Lock: Canto 2 poem – Alexander Pope
- Альфред де Мюссе – Как лепестки весеннего цветка
- innocence.html
- Blue eyes by Tanisha Avarsekar
- Mahomed Akrams Appeal To The Stars
- Sonnet VII. To Solitude poem – John Keats poems
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
