[{THE INTOXICATED POET}}
the break of dawn found me on the
floor
morning rays seeped in my room
my eyes squinted from the blinding
glare
streaming through the oculus on the
ceiling
through my hazy focus i could view
majestic morning universe in full
glamour
my dizzy eyelids blinked in
succession
trying to accustom to the brilliance
as i tried to turn this battered frame
sharp pain halted my mission
besides the noise from flora
i could correctly count the rhythmic
pulse of my heart
my head throbbed like gong
i breathed deeply trying to clear the
cloud
from my wasted minds
stale smell of puke wisped into my
nasal cavity
the smell of fermentation was
overwhelming
i tried to rewind my mind
backtracking was herculean test
memory was gone i couldn't
remember nothing
the cold carpet was biting
my hungry stomach was grumbling
i was gnawed in every part of my
misused shell
there alone i lay promising my body
heavens
this is a story about yesterday
the tale of my sipping life
alcoholism as my next to kin
clubbing as the order of the day
i should search the lords face
so as he can remove this cup of
intoxication
from thy face and the will of the
bartender not be done
am adamant of divorcing the beer
bottle
{{this another one from the dumb
speaker}}