Cheater, Cheater..
Bottle Beater.
Heavy Hitter,
Loveless Lover.
Cover me under the covers.
Make your decision
Irish or Bourbon?
She married a burden.
Suburban organs hanging for dear life.
An amazing, perfect, depressed Wife.
Heaven at home
and a maze to my heart.
She’d never leave me alone in the dark.
I beg her to just go,
March up the stairs.
But she’d never leave me..
She always would care.
Husband? I dare spit the words out.
So i’ll curse and and cry or better yet shout.
I pledged and swore
to protect and defend.
You should know me better than that.
Journalistic Writing
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I like how you play with rhyme and sounds at the end of lines and in the middle of lines. My favorite is Bourbon/burden/suburban organs.