Sobriety
Sobriety is:
the "spice of life".
Without wine...
(despite trying to imply delight)
it cuts me like a butchers knife
That warm fuzzy feeling
becomes benign, and then...
that bite... .
Trying to analyze,
compromise,
then deny;
it's all right
I have come to dislike,
rather than admire
its disguise
Does it coincide
with the bile
that climbs up and flies?
Or, does it
cry to be baptized
and entwined with delight?
What a plight........
I must comply,
and not be enticed
by a fight
rife with strife...
Because,
without wine....
To be reminded..that
I'll be alright.
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