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An Alcoholic's Dream

I gazed long upon the glass, full of mixed drink. Sparkling light crystal and smooth as long mink. It glides down the palate, soothing as it goes. Then bites like a viper, the beginning of many woes. It stings like a bee ... strange things I then see. Sprawled on the ground, groveling in the dirt. They hit me and hit me, but I was not hurt. They beat me and beat me. I felt nothing I think. When I wake up, I will look for more drink.

Copyright © David Hart