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at a bar

I was at a bar,

Against my will,

I don’t drink…

Alcohol.

 

The people laughing,

Hollering, Wallowing,

And swallowing the

Brew to a counterfeit

Reality…

A reality of invincibility,

A reality of incomprehension,

A reality of abstract visions,

A reality of indiscipline,

A reality of the minds,

A reality of blurriness,

A reality of sheer…

UTTER Stupidity.

 

They stutter and stumble,

They rock and ****

They slam and slam

More brewed bogus

Reality.

 

They call it an escape,

But while in that faux-reality

They forget;

There is no reality

More genuine,

More intricate,

More perplexing,

More marvelous,

More sobering,

Than one within sobriety,

Made from all

Natural ingredients.

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Written by
steven-dorsay-childs
American
Published
Mar 14, 2017
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