Forty Percent
Giving out
To drink it in
Like air to breathe
And inhale sin
All other sorts
Of spirits soar
Look through the glass
A life which bore
A hole in me
Now mend a patch
And stop the cycle
In its path
One day prevent
A further pain
And take the needle
From my vein
Or drink to death
And won't be far
In trip I take
From bar to bar
Copyright © Reid Galler | Year Posted 2011
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