Venomous Vice On Ice Twice Or Thrice Poem by John Sensele

Knees knocked out by booze
I sway from side to side
My bearings gone, mild manners I lose
I push around raucous revellers outside.

Mouth dishing out din decibels, I freak out
Knowing not where the heck I'm dancing
Frenzy drives away demeanour, unprintables I shout
To the brink of embarrassment fast I'm advancing.

Wake up in the middle of the night
Can't tell where I'm snoring
How on Earth did I invite this plight
A pity a pot of pain into me is pouring and roaring!

Next morning I stumble to my pastor
Asking for his appropriate advice
The pastor says capricious cavorting needs to kneel faster
Or else my future flies into the vortex of my venomous vice.