“Sevens” by Sherry Chandler

Call me prude or even rude
say I’ve a bad attitude
but I want the latitude
to protect my solitude.
Call me crude but then exclude
the world’s teeming multitudes
with my deepest gratitude.

P.S.

Dude, I’m not in sober mood.
Bye bye years of servitude.
Bring me something cold and brewed.

-Sherry Chandler

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