Nightjar

When the sun goes down
my thirst comes up
— a basic law of motion.
Then I slither down to Andy’s
to wallow in his potions.
When Andy sees me coming,
he primes the boozy pump.
It’s fundamental physics:
Sunset = Chump.


 

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