Twisted Bitterness

He sinks further into bitterness with each sip of oblivion....... slurping....gulping grudges and blame with every malicious mouthful. He remains suspended in cynicism; hurtling missiles of misery mixed with murky twisted memories in an attempt to justify his tangled truth. Untruths in reality, but his realism is unreal.....swishing, diluted by the destruction of hate; imbibed with one more beer or glass of Merlot. How sad this man frozen in animosity. What a waste of precious time. Life languishing in antipathy. Pathetic intemperance....... Put that bottle down sir - drink this instead, savour it, smell the bouquet, Beaujolais... swallow the future, and spit out the past.