Drinking in broad daylight,
it isn't right,
but that's not enough a fright,
try hard as we might,
to save the vodka for the night.
We craftily hide,
drinks at our side,
and take it in stride,
when people, eyes open wide,
say, it's still bright outside!
No message here, to sink,
no chain of events, no missing link,
no greater good, of which we think.
no edge, no view from the brink,
no one cares, we've got a drink.
Don't bother with thought,
do another shot,
drink a lot, drink till you're hot,
smashed as could be got,
sober poetry, this is not.
In the end watch closely,
see it all go off key.
As words escape me,
I let everything be,
and drown myself in whisky.
. . .
. . .
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