From The Somber Inebriate Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Now the war is over gone
And the moon sucks me blood on
Where I stir with the earth deep
And my soul roams on and on
Assay- to come home many nights
And toss your cradle to fro
But this gutter- my body is rot
That to leap- my soul even can’t

And as sink I here hold little girl mine
With thoughts- her senses life strives
I hear bid in her dark there- my voice
To read yearning ears- of Cinderella flees
And sing to sleep- hush, hush little baby
I here hear too as sink- her beating heart crave
-An embrace to wrap from thunders roar
And as- my liquor shivers from grasp

I then the guilt charged to bear-
That forth- only to remedy give
From cowardice that art me- ever here
And my soul bears tweak as roam still
To tell- didn't mean to have her sole
Or too- to have her slip my grasp
And repent tell from sickness mine
That now as soothe- she be my cure

But my heart drowns more in guilt as see
For when acquaint- found her height drunk
As for dearth me she liquor knew
That in sea which art me- she deeper swims
And though to hold sky from her eye- come true
It be in this gutter where body rots in-
For too she rots deeper by my side
Here- where moon suck both blood ours