Always and Until
They lie forming in his freezer,
stashed away and in repose,
they always see the daylight,
like an arbiter who knows
his preference for Ripple rocks,
the liquor's almost gone,
alcohol's his habit
and he always drinks alone.
Spending all his welfare dough
on substitutes for nourishment,
the cheapest brands, with shaking hands,
he squanders his entitlement.
Simple, yet so complicated,
pain and sorrow flow as fast
as liquid off a penguin's back,
until the die be cast.
Funny how some frozen water
helps the medicine go down,
his addiction, takes the lonesome
out of longing as he drowns.
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