OH, The Pleasure

A poem for the thirsty

I want to think about some drinks
I want to not be sober
I want to hear the glasses clink
Drink too much and then fall over

Immerse my self in alcohol
Feed the raging thirst within
Lose my mind then lose control
Dance with Bacchus, reel in sin

Feel the rush of fermentation
Numb my spirit free my brain
Float away on sweet sensation
Inhibition fuelled by grain

Whiskey, Gin and Vodka treble
Mixing in abandoned bliss
Just another midnight rebel
Up for fun and on the piss

Liquor filling up my bloodstream
Surging through my consciousness
All the world looks like a bad dream
A spinning, pitching rolling mess

With power to intoxicate
Care not to treat with nonchalance
This drug that people love to hate
This chemical par excellence!