Alcohol is a funny thing;
It makes you wish, believe &consort.
Travel the line until you find,
The deals we make are just for sport.
Telling lies about where we wish we were,
Causing confusion, while we live in a blur,
Full of unimaginable fear.
But you see this liquid is a joke,
Treating us to a game of wits;
As we try to remember the words we spoke.
Till we hear, how are you feeling?”
Or “how was your night?”
For now …
It impedes me as I try to write.
Though giving accurate insight.
For some, it’s liquid courage; liquid fun.
Giving us the strength to point the gun,
At those who need us most,
As we turn them into ghosts.
So I leave you with one last thought,
Why do we binge for a night,
If all these memories are for naught.
To me, that just doesn’t seem right.
But what do I know, it was just a thought.
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