Matt Mondschein

(3/16/60 / Macungie, PA.)

Still the Reaper


When we speak of the drink
We cannot think
The ravaging menace we are
Turning that key
cranking up the car

From bar to bar
We roam
Amongst the dead
Hangovers we do dread

Eight hours of boozing
Sick and tired of
Being sick and tired
And losing

All that I have in one sack
Will soon be gone
In a brief encounter
When the grim reaper of
Consequence
Returns for payback

Submitted: Thursday, June 07, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, March 09, 2011
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