Poetry | one more drink
please pass me the mashed potatoes
and a little less of your bullshit.
your words mean as much to me
as George W. Bush's presidency
has meant to this country
--at least he
leaves office in two years.
look around and you won't see any
white picket fences around this heart.
you only make me smile when I see you
through the bottom of an empty glass.
kaleidoscope picturesque life; damn
we are good at pretending.
just pass me another bottle of
genuine charades and
i'll pass the test
of artifice with an A+.
what's dinner and a drink between farce lovers?
Copyright © Sarah M Anderson 2000-2010
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