A Drunk Prayer
The bottle is my life;
I shall not want.
It makes me down to lie
In other men’s houses
And makes me forget my own.
It takes the troubles
Of my miserable life
Away from where
I can see them
And restores my lost happiness.
Though I walk through
The shadow of the darkness cast on my eyes
I fear no evil, for it is thus with me
As my defender and companion.
It anoints my head with things
I can’t remember in the morning.
For its love for me and my love for it
Comforts me all the days of my life.
Amen!
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