Category: poetry

  • The Politics of Alcohol

    Fear not! My lonely brain cell,you’re surely not my last.Those wretched days with alcoholhave well and truly passed.I fear a little relapse causedby parties booked in hope,may well and truly be my last.I’ve taken too much rope.Now change is in the precipice,my liver sings out loud.It’s been two months of abstinence,I’m feeling really proud!Continued temperance… →