Golden Seas 1

Golden Seas 1 On God's eternal golden seas, a drinking Greek poet once said Does one not matter how hast and vast of the rich and poor surrounds many a war Hast! Thou many a people have watched and whom have returned to the dead Those who have not could out bear in initially making the right choice Many a have-not whom have bored with having nothing to choose Have they not called for their drinks in their baritone of voice Thus they have found a fictitious customary vehicle in idle booze Engaging into another alcoholic drink; Steven was not so right For all he ventures in is self-deception on golden seas doth sever him so elusive quick The siphon doth stutters into an archaic turn of coldest plight Many a have-not is willing as his tortured soul is thus sick. Archie doth pour another drink of rum so Adam walks back to his nourishing garden. Another drink doth bring on an evil entity upon the voluptuous tree Does not your ignorant brain go soft into your inside arteries will harden? As in God's eyes he knows no one shall see what his eyes shall see. Stephen has pounced another drink of rum to his brother either Archie doth drink another rum as he had versed an evil curse Another drink, another drink, another, another dear brother. To be continued Written Nov. 12. 2014