An Alcoholic's Dream
I gazed long upon the glass, full of mixed drink.
Sparkling light crystal and smooth as long mink.
It glides down the palate, soothing as it goes.
Then bites like a viper, the beginning of many woes.
It stings like a bee ... strange things I then see.
Sprawled on the ground, groveling in the dirt.
They hit me and hit me, but I was not hurt.
They beat me and beat me. I felt nothing I think.
When I wake up, I will look for more drink.
Copyright © David Hart | Year Posted 2019
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