A sip of dreams, slink!
from the tip of my tongue, down…
to the back of my throat, cough!
trying not to choke on cocktails
and fumes from prior pursuits
I stumble, often mumble
through a job I detest
But I’m stuck
in this humble bumble
So, for now…
your dreams I will sip.
— by anntidote —
Date written: 2017
Date Revised: June 28, 2025
Sketch by Anntidote [June 28, 2025]