Medea Kali


Virtues Of Alcohol - Poem by Medea Kali

Pour me a glass or six, dear bartender
You seem to forget that we've been through this through and through
Quench my thirst for forgetfulness and happiness in its most vulgar base shape
I am happy in this state and you, them cannot get to me

Omar he wrote about it; an elevated man of science and clairvoyance
But Omar... Omar did you really know heaven from hell
Are we to be laid under dirt, eaten by worms
vanish into nothingness.
Omar, I tell you '' the me within thee blind...blind''

Dear bartender, you foul smelling greasy haired guy
I will not wait for them. Give me my nepenthe


Comments about Virtues Of Alcohol by Medea Kali

  • Brian JaniBrian Jani (5/26/2014 9:01:00 AM)

    A very captivating poem this (Report)Reply

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  • Aziz AlkaabiAziz Alkaabi (6/21/2009 4:56:00 AM)

    I love this, Medea.
    A fascinating drinking song! !
    Please try and read my 'Old jazz club'
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 26, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 1, 2011


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