The glass grates
against my teeth

The beer flows
nicely on down

The rhythm
with time
and metre
goes
against
the flow

but

With a lack
of care or concern
I can break
these *****
little
habits
in order
for me to experience
a sense
of
literary
freedom

Even if
it does
scratch the eyes
and burn the ears

Even if
it never pays
for a mortgage
or
a new car

At least

At the very least

It will distract me
from the torments
of regime
routine
and God awful
reality

Writing really was
the first
and last
noble human invention.