Lush all the way
How say’s your day, as you consume that glass of madness
You fight to defeat the dragon within.
Is it a soul searching decision, that erodes under your skin?
Can ye no longer embrace the day, in sober sweat,
Giving respite to your stomach lining, now in debt.
Or do you prefer the pit in the gutters of the streets,
Where foes will spit, that wallow you lie in at their feet!
Saturated in urine, as dirt, grime, you don’t see.
There in a stupor you stay and fall asleep.
Hast thou drank the glass of madness
To defeat the imagery of your state of mind.
With that pettiness, evil, self possessed, harum, scarum,
Where you’re a prodigy of the low, in deep distress.
Portraying yourself like the seed, of a sodden breed.
Abandoned limitations, no self respect.
Tripping on words in the tide, of the liquid you claim
As your sustenance to survive.
Almost medicinal you say with pride.
Turning the corner you have become. . .
The drunkards best friend. . . .
You’re now lush number one!