Etoh

EtOH EtOH, like dancing fingers in a Chopin etude, Plays the tune of disinhibition on my frontal lobes. Empty receptors laugh and smile as they are Tickled and tantalised by alcohol’s exciting touch. The world brightens and I blossom as some Sweet scented lily that has but one night To lure the unwary into Nature’s dance. But all too soon, enough becomes too much, And clouds gather at the edges of my mind; Sparkling dreams give way to sober thoughts, Darkness sends its scouts into my happy estate. The deceptive friend slips off his mantle of Freedom, revealing the jailer of my thoughts, My scourge, bringer of doubts and misery.