Glory Days
I used to be able
To lean back
And just let it happen
Back in the day
When I was
A whiskey guzzling
Poetry machine
The words flowed
From my fingers
Like piss
Down the side
Of a dumpster
And the gloryholes
Would shudder
At the mere thought
Of my manhood
Oh well
Nothing lasts forever
David Burdett
4/20/2024
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