An old school pal of mine, far
more academic, came from a
better street, was seen entering
Aldi where he purchased a 12
pack of multiplied misery, A.M.

Accumulated Alcohol as it is
known, high octane dregs, low
shelves, subliminally wrapped
in seductively visual colours,
conveniently close to check out.

Tomorrow, the same routine,
but elsewhere, high ****** Lidl,
because secrecy is paramount
when self deception becomes
a bi-product of ones addiction.