one metaphorical criticism of
alcoholics,
   is that they drink peering
into a mirror...
                     moral relativism...
gone awry....
        i like to...
                    drink with my cat,
fathoming the curtain of
a night...
                            and you are?
you want to know pure
curiosity does to people?
                          it scares them.
suddenly the plural
becomes... individuum...
and by now there are not
grammatical categories
requiring crutches
            akin to pronouns...
as point of argument...
    mind you...
   you're not from a metallurgy
background...
so the name - krupps,
should leave much of
what could be called an indentation
in your thinking... yes?
oh no real concerns,
just this awing gape
worth a canyon's worth of selfie
pictures
  and applauding crowd
members...
              let's remember them
as the forgotten third *****
               capitalist families...
something for: on the sly,
a desert, perhaps....
             drei-kranz von krupp
nicht ist  vier-kranz audish...
                             shish!
         ya-b'ah ya'b'ah y'eh!
but to think that i am inclined
to drink, look into a mirror,
and unfathomably "feel"sorry for myself?
got the wrong drunk...
    i have an impetus to
scratch my ****** *****,
when it dawned on me that
****** hairs behaved like
cranium multi-tasking
less... itching types
and continued to grow...
      
             i didn't start drinking
because there was a mirror handy...
can i have a reflection
from the lake?!
        
sober and they are hitlers
attempt to make morals with repenting
alcoholics,
having nothing to turn to
when drinking, other than a mirror...
it's like":
you expect me in search for
a ****-buddy?