I'm a social drinker I drink whenever I'm around people Or just prior to a social engagement and right on thru it I put on a cheerful ruse knowing people will buy it People are always looking to be sold something So I sell it I celebrate. They celebrate. We celebrate together. For a moment in time all is well Rather all seems well Though I'm sure they wouldn't like me if I were sober More importantly you wouldn't like me if I were sober I don't like me when I'm sober
Something I wrote a while back. I can now say I'm content with a clear mind
You don't like synonyms. But I love, adore, revel in their verbosity. You don't like synonyms. But I delight, relish, worship in their volubility.
You don't like symbolism. But I stand staring at the dark clouds which surround you. You don't like symbolism. But I stop and look at the ray of light filtering through.
You don't like words. But the amorous phrases force their way out of my throat. You don't like words. And it was I who said the ones that ended it.