A Funny Thing

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.

I’ve learned…
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.

Header : Teun Hocks

8 thoughts on “A Funny Thing

  1. This is insightful conceptually and powerful structurally. It has an air of introspection grounded by a sense of wisdom. It has a stream-of-consciousness feel to it too. I think the most intriguing part of the poem is that it speaks so profoundly of the human condition, and human flaws, while only directly addressing the most commonplace example of our flaws– alcohol. The escapism and apathy of people is underscored by a particular depressant, making it all the more accessible.


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