A Drink - Poem by Bhawesh Bhattarai
With glass, I am a man - or so I think.
At least I am when blessed with courtly drink:
A gin or two, then vintage port or wine,
To pep me up and gift me with a shine.
I know it’s false, as I now must depend
upon my daily shots with open end.
Insidious, it all becomes routine:
To beg a drink each day for self-esteem
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