Cheers Poem by Jesus Silva

The “drinking” age

Coming soon

Couple of hours

Few more minutes

Just mere seconds

What’s this emptiness I feel

Maybe I need a drink

Best believe I will not do that

I can not even fathom

The deadly taste against my lips

Toxic liquid down my throat

Acidic streams fill my body

Depleting the energy I adore

Here it comes

Buzz sensation, imbalance movement,

Frustrated thoughts, regurgitation

And slur of my words

How can I be in peace?

To maintain my decorum

I will pass the flammable liquid

I am surprise I am not encased in fire

My thoughts are to be admired

This freakish concoction

Is not for my consumption