it's five o'clock somewhere

PoJay and I have a shared paranoia of people finding out that we've been drinking during lunch. The best example was during a particular event, and we found each other and were guiltily whispering if we thought they thought we might have been drinking.

This poem is an ode to that. Good luck, and we all wish you the best!

PoJay and I Collaborate

Poems are living things, therefore it sometimes needs more than one creator. The lovely PoJay has added some spice to an otherwise obsessively bland poem.

Text:
Blue Cheese

When I eat blue cheese
the faint taste in my mouth
teases my senses in anticipation
of the odor of each
toe as it enters my
mouth, and awashed
in wine, I cry!
Salty tears drowning myself
like the hero of a Bukowski poem
your gait, you, my blue cheese
are poetry in motion
My world, for cheese!!