blame it on the killer eggs
August 4, 2006
Diner Diner burning bright
sober beacon
drunken night.
Java Java steaming hot
swore I wouldn’t
drink a lot.
Eggs Eggs slimy soft
all too soon
I send aloft.
Run Run for the door
retch my innards
to the floor.
Wake Wake tormented head
sweating gin
wish I were dead.
with apologies to William Blake
qazse 