The Drunken Pen

My pen remains drunken yet does not stumble A functioning lifeaholic somehow agressively humble Mixed drink of choice reality with a shot of enlightenment Often it speaks through unslurred words it seeks out excitement Exposure to these street games but it holds its composure Still unsure it may be claimed so searching for closure Ability to regret lost somewhere within the ink It cant even object no matter how strong the drink It has multiple epiphanies Like instruments in a symphony A rejoice that will not be muzzled Choices that leave some puzzled It goes beyond tunnel vision and exposes facades It sees beyond our own dimension feeds on applause My pen will never sober up I call it a lush It patiently takes sips of life theres no need to rush. Sha'ntez Jefferson