An Ode to a Drunkard
Oh drunkard, you are blind and cannot see,
your eyes a bloody liquid stare,
that cannot penetrate behind veneer,
but only glassy glance can give
before the world out of focus hurls.
A most wretched breath from your pores does seep,
your mouth a cold decaying jungle,
with vomit strands between your teeth,
stained by that which was cheap.
The ribs protrude, but shading toe,
a disease exploded belly,
to which a hand subconsciously does wander,
caressing the softening, yellowing liver.
These sad foreshadows are echoing
that soon you may be laying asunder.
The good things in life may never be experienced by you,
but only time will tell.
Just be forewarned that these actions may cause your body to expire
as do the late embers of a fire.
Conman
He was a man who knew how to lie,
the kind of man no woman can deny.
Out of their weakness he gained sheer pleasure
And slyly stole their every treasure.
Then humbly he walked about,
Never finding an obstacle he could not surmount.
But one day he was taken by surprise,
when his latest victim, Bethesda, punched him square between the eyes.
And this crook was briefly made to see
That great pain can be involved with villainy.
But did this conman change his ways?
The answer simply is no way!
Eros Isle
Upon the Isle of Eros we walk,
hand in hand with more than foot,
and in its gardens there we find
flowers of the finest kind.
See the roses over there,
where not a yellowed one doth stare?
This is beauty at its best,
feel the happy swell within my breast.
Let us go quench our thirst for love
with the waters given to us by him above.
This happiness intoxicates my mind,
such splendor I never thought I’d find.
Yes my love, let us tangle our bodies to form one mold,
let us engulf and let us hold,
for when we unite,
a deep and awesome fire in our souls does ignite.
It is a higher plane that we reign,
it is a love one simply cannot feign.
But after the id has had its sway,
the rational mind must have its way.
A multitude of questions took shape
from which these lovers could not easily escape.
When youth and beauty are no longer on our side,
will we still trod upon this enchanted Isle?
Or will our golden age
Cause all to simply decay?
These questions, my dear, you simply ask
because we want this wonderment to last,
but as with all we already know,
only time this answer will show.
Since we are not omniscient,
let us at least be efficient.
Let’s partake of Eden’s past,
for we may eventually be cast outside,
these enchanted gates never again to find.
