He'll Settle For Discomfort Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Another drink dropped down the throat well,
Oh well, onto the booze cruise
Drank because he didn't feel real inside,
It was real cheap, a dismal state
Turns out his tank wasn't empty,
But his mind was displaced, with no place to go
He's learned that in "the life", that's it, and it's enough
Feeling too much though, he knows the feeling,
Though it's better than floating uncertainly in a shallow river of grog
Living with discomfort now, versus doubling up on the bedlam later,
He's settle for discomfort