The Rum Diary Poem by gordon nosworthy

i do love my children
i do love my wife
i am reminded of a little wisdom
gained from struggle and from life

i don't know what i have
they won't tell me what i've lost
there's only a few things i think i know
almost nothing about what they cost

i'm surrounded by voices
shouts of meanness and greed
filling me with what i should covet
a list of all the things i should need

my life can be much more meaningful
if i become numb while playing dumb
make my life more divinely satisfying
with carafes of high test public rum

it's brewed in hush-hush basements
sold by the gallon and the flask
soon your brain forgets all the questions
it's become too stunned to ask