So Be Drunk Then Poem by Matty Reynolds

So Be Drunk Then



I have no taste for the crow that you feed me.

Agh be drunk then,
For sorrow stains
Every happiness
And drunkenness
Numbs this pain.
The boastful man
Brought to meekness
For love, for love.
Now I choose to be drunk.
Tomorrow is just
An empty shell.
All will has gone
To this thing that
Is not a thing;
This hopeless hope-
This looming nothing.
So be drunk!
Dull the few tears
Left to stain the eyes
And smile on for
Nothing if not
Ignorance.
For nothing smiles on you!
Be drunk.
Be drunk.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dominic Hontonnu 18 June 2012

Hummm Me too am geting ddrunk

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