Alcohol
Cheers to the choke of the elixir filled chalice,
Filling my corporeal cup with mind-melting malice.
Through the croaking burnt throat slides the thick murk,
Of fermented vegetation rotting where the ethanol lurks.
Down into the dungeon depths it goes into my stomach's livery,
Whose falciform uniform scythe slices all with drunken chivalry.
Into pieces I'm slashed into smithereens,
Smashed into a shattered glass of gasoline.
Copyright © B.J. Fitz | Year Posted 2017
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