Even The Grim Reaper needs to kick back, soak up some rays and maybe toss back a Mojito or three.
When I want to relax that’s what I do.
Except for the scythe
I leave that in my car.
Good advice is good advice and if it comes in the form of a great poem…well…drink it up!
She wanted her blood
she wanted to feast upon her
And she did
Every last dark and poisonous drop.
That is why
my foolish little friend
and they never seem to end
Envy is a sin
for good a
Daily Addictions Prompt: GENERATE