On My Seventh Glass
I was on my seventh glass
of wine and I said to my self.....
A person that seeks only to
make them self understood,
but does not attempt
to understand another,
has a mind that is rotten.
It has spoiled because of
its selfishness and pride.
Thus they will never see
the world for what it truly is.
There imagination is black and white.
They are blinded even in the day.
Copyright © Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet | Year Posted 2012
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