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

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Written on 2025-08-28 at 04:18




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