Booze - Poem by Brett Rogers
It’s a pain reliever.
It’s emotional makeup.
It’s a colon cleanser.
It’s a boredom cure (it will make any movie entertaining, and the entertaining ones transcendent) .
It’s a conversation starter (the perfect time to call my Mom) .
It’s a go-to-sleep aid.
It’s insomnia and restless limbs.
It’s shame and regret.
It’s a quick fuse.
It’s begging for a second chance.
It’s a lubricant for the gears that further my brain, that spin and spin:
“Drink drink kill kill.”
It is in my coffee cup right now.
* * *
It is …
Not special or unique.
If the place that gives me gas had jars of pot or fresh lines or pills instead it would be that,
It would be that instead.
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