Drowning Slugs in Beer

The fog descends
Hiding the proscenium beyond the window
I can't see anything outside
But I've got nowhere to go anyway

I tidy the kitchen
Clear our the cobwebs I've left too long
Then I put the kettle
Sing along to my favorite song

I haven't felt this unburdened in years
I spend the afternoon pruning the plants
And drowning slugs in beer



Credits
Writer(s): Seth Biskind
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