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.