Each day I **** on a Whiskey bottle
As my life, also does **** on me
My worth on earth, about as much
As my **** is, to the sea
Inside this swashing jug, a raging sea
Sets me adrift, atop a cresting wave
Then pulls me under to such depths
That my soul, I can no longer save
With each gulp, I stir the bowels
Arouse the sediment and silt
And as it settles, I hope it hides
Or at least, obscures my gilt
Every mouthful, flays my throat
Like waves, they break into the rocks
Smashing, spraying, then dissipating
Where the Devil stands and mocks
I drink until, my mind goes blank
Then plunge into the floor
At last, a drunken blissful peace
Until I wake, once more
So as I lay here, on this deck
Inebriated, dying in this flask
I think of you and what we had
If forgiveness, I could only ask
BOEMS BY JA 614
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC
Each day I **** on a Whiskey bottle
As my life, also does **** on me
My worth on earth, about as much
As my **** is, to the sea
Inside this swashing jug, a raging sea
Sets me adrift, atop a cresting wave
Then pulls me under to such depths
That my soul, I can no longer save
With each gulp, I stir the bowels
Arouse the sediment and silt
And as it settles, I hope it hides
Or at least, obscures my gilt
Every mouthful, flays my throat
Like waves, they break into the rocks
Smashing, spraying, then dissipating
Where the Devil stands and mocks
I drink until, my mind goes blank
Then plunge into the floor
At last, a drunken blissful peace
Until I wake, once more
So as I lay here, on this deck
Inebriated, dying in this flask
I think of you and what we had
If forgiveness, I could only ask
BOEMS BY JA 614
