Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCXXXIII
Write a short poem about waking up in drunken regret. On this one, winner is decided by likes. Make it brutal. 25 big ones on the line. Go.
Wasted
...if Time
is destined
to be...
Wasted,
*hiccup*
(and it Is)
then my
regret is,
*Ssip ... ssiP*
that you
are not,
wasting
It with—
*