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Appointments and such
Uncommon is it's departure,
For it to flee,
as the weight of drunkenness ,
Presses down on us all.
We become the enchanted,
the fairy God mothers, the saints!
Finding favor in our selves,
our stupidity breaching its hold!
We are the tyrant, the mortal God!
We share the splendor,
pour it out upon the earth!
but should we?
Is there a need for our addictions?
Misery is a lonely friend!
Companions must be made!
To shoot out the skies,
lay waste to what scurries beneath our feet!
I would give it all away,
Every single drop, every shining coin,
every little box and bag,
For a burial of my pains,
my worries and strife.
