TALES OF A DRUNK

in #poetry6 years ago

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Arise!
Gather folks let us worship at the St. bottles cathedral
Located somewhere at the corner of the bar;
Who shall be our pope today as we have a bottle or more discussion?
Gulp in the spirit of vodka and let your soul serenade with highness.
“Verily verily I say unto you,
After your God fear me for I can turn the rock like Man into a squealing ant with just a snap of my finger like taste”;
The vodka preaches on a pulpit of the high table
As the worshipers prostrate on chairs waiting for family.
“Go home!
Litter the streets and gutters with your skin and stinking vomit
Whilst your Wife becomes an unknown woman before your eyes
And children; trespassers.
For surely,
Alcohol and drunkenness shall follow you
Shame rest and abide with you
Forever and Ever–
And the mass choir of drunks shall say; Cheers!

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