Call Me Jack

by Larry Chamberlin   Nov 5, 2012


_____
| The |
square
& hard
bottle of
that good
Old Number Seven:
you cannot handle it
tenuously -or gently;
nor does it grant any
ergonomic - indented
finger -strips to grab;
its full blocked rigidity
forces your hard grip;
else you're left without
even a sip fore the slip
that dropped the bottle

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  • 11 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    Larry...your a god damn genius ...love this!!

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