Monday, February 10, 2014

LEECH MAN


Leech Man

Detoxification leads to remorse
Albeit alcholification is very Norse
They pound their mugs on the counter
No way could the bar-keep afford to falter

My friend is a different creature
He pretends that life is a lost wager
Refuses to talk, he’d rather sit and gawk
Sits silently swinging, inwardly humming

He rummages through his belongings
Hoping to find some form of currency
He yearns for an early drink
Only then can he think

He drinks with all his friends
He curses at life’s amends
He sips on his flattening beer
Stroking the lacquered cold veneer

He stays up all the night
Never sleeps without a fight
He swims in the swamp
Attracting leeches of the damp

He loses blood for fun
He can’t get no puns
He lives in deliberation
Heaven to him is inebriation

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