Trouble with Treble poetry Twenty four hours of forty eight Partying like a rock star from noon to one late Now I’m kinda sorta in trouble cuz my brother can’t relay vivid directions While I sit at my laptop making poetry corrections Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
we were all kinda in trouble…