Pretty green

The pretty green's in flames,
and i've just realised my flaming lips.
The claret strikes the bloodstream.
We can't all be Rock 'N' Roll stars,
so i'm blazing out the speaker with 
Kid Cudi clanking glass animals.

Published by Smith Shine Poetry

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