Get Me a Drink

By Andee

Tue, 03 Jan 2012

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We float cold between sea and sky
Talking politics with men who had their destinies sold
He looks at me and I start to cry
I’m no Peter Pan,
But I sure as hell ain’t getting old.

This is Night City
Or so I’m told
Kissing the lips of fiction
I became stained with ink
Clutching at straws and sickness
Someone get me a drink.

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Destinies- destinys- well I

Permalink Submitted by Highhat on Tue, 2012-01-03 07:36

Destinies- destinys- well I think so- maybe you should look up the plural? a nice one ;)

Are you telling me the

Permalink Submitted by Andee on Tue, 2012-01-03 08:59

Are you telling me the plural of destiny is not destinies but destinys? Come on!!! I think you are the one who needs to check plurals here! Anyway, thanks for your comment.

I think I will spell it

Permalink Submitted by Highhat on Tue, 2012-01-03 16:57

I think I will spell it destinys in the future.. that's poetic license- sorry about that- it just doesn't look right.. maybe the line is a bit awkward...no don't like it in plural at all- not to be played around with- that word.. destinies- no it's wrong- somethings wrong- me I'm sure

I take your point - we don't

Permalink Submitted by Andee on Tue, 2012-01-03 22:48

I take your point - we don't usually use destiny in the plural, do we. However the line was referring to 'men', each with their own destiny. But you spell it how you want, since as you say, it's your poetic licence!

Beautiful in its simplicity,

Permalink Submitted by MistakenMagic on Thu, 2012-01-05 13:44

Beautiful in its simplicity, Andee. Much enjoyed! :-) Magic x