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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