After Lit Fest

​Everyone’s horny.
After a few,
Some want to get into bed,
Some into each other;
There’s always a busy drunk,
Someone always loses a bag
I do a dangerousrunacrossthestreetforcigarettesat12o’clock;
I promise myself I’ll stop. Always.
After a few,
Men and women call you beautiful;
Old poets need attention,
Young poets want to beat up old poets
It’s always the same.
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