When a Door is Drunk
A healthy meal of beans is the way to start
Followed by a brisk walk down the boulevard of broken dreams
Nothing beats the great smell of despair
When you're loaded
A healthy dose of realism is a good beginning
Though it fades the further you travel down memory lane
Nothing comes close to the half-full view
When you've had a few
A healthy case of jitters is not good to continue
Nor the "I must sleep but the room keeps whirling" dilemma
But the "whither thou art" beat of silent perception
Taunts you when you're in your cups
A healthy swig of liquor is a great means to an end
If your "end" is to snore in the gutter
But then you can always join AA
Until then, tie one on and tie one on again.
Contributors: | N, F, Beefy, loaf, Ethetran, Dassn't Say, smrtypnts, Q, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 29th August 2003. |