Binge Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
Binge
Sip the gin
and worry why.
Sip the gin
and cry.
All crying breaks,
and memory rakes
I'll fortune
from the mind.
Sip the gin
how more it makes
memories maligned.
The drunkard whimpers
in his glass
and leaves the truth behind.
Sip the gin
and take the truth,
never will you find
peace within the chalice
that is poison and unkind.
Sip the gin
and perish,
sip the gin
and cry.
I'll fortune rules
a life for fools
that tested time
and I.
Waf
I need to go out and buy some gin and wallow away with these folks instead of alone! Great simple poem about the pleasures and problems of drinking gin.
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4/23/2024 9:05:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I LOVE the line: The drunkard whimpers in his glass and leaves the truth behind. Beautiful stuff, Sally!