The writing dot com warning

If you don't drink, better late than never, but if you're twisted, bananas, is a fruit

The writing dot com warning

1.

Between the lines

That I can read

And the lines I

Have to draw

It looks what I

Really need

Too many drinks

And more, to go

Then, on the way

Down the street

Strangers greet me

And say hello

Wearing smiles

Showing teeth

Whiter than

Christmas snow

Then if I made it

Back to my dwelling

Dog starts jumping

High and low

I call my wife

Whom I did meet

Ten thousand B.C

Years ago

2.

For who will read this

There is something

Before you judge me

That you should know

I'm not a drinker

I am not married

I don't draw lines

On or below

Don't have a dog

Even a gold fish

But think like I

Have them, though

I live in LaLa

Land in the movie

Although I did not

Watch that show

And if I keep on

Writing nonsense

On Writing dot com

Site, and co

They will hang me

Down in public

Nail my hands

And bring a crow

To poke my eyes

In a voodoo ritual

And eat my flesh

From top to toe

So that could serve

As a warning

For all them twisted

Like me to know.