Demon Rum

Drunkenness is not a curse. It's like a ticket to another world
Where things are okay. Your footing may be somewhat iffy.
Simple concepts don't make sense, but, unless you're the type
Who blubbers, or the sort who wants to fight, the slow descent
Into inebriation brings you to a place where time almost
Has ceased to move, and everything which once had vexed
You shrivels. Finally, you're free, and drunkenness, you see,
Is not a captor. It's a liberator. One might argue that sobriety's
The greater curse.

 





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-08-28 at 04:18

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I see the core message of your poem, and agree with it - from personel experience - though I think there are some who find themselves completely unable to control themselves and how they react to alcohol - in fact whether they are inebriated or not!
Blessings, Allen
2025-08-28