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Each day I suck, on a Whiskey bottle

As my life, also does suck on me

My worth on earth, about as much

As my piss is, to the sea

Inside this swashing jug, a raging sea

Sets me adrift, atop a cresting wave

Then pulls me under, to such depths

That my soul, I can no longer save

With each gulp, I stir the bowels

Arouse the sediment and silt

And as it settles, I hope it hides

Or at least, obscures my gilt

Every mouthful, flays my throat

Like waves they break into the rocks

Smashing, spraying, then dissipating

Where the Devil stands and mocks

I drink until, my mind goes blank

Then plunge into the floor

At last, a drunken blissful peace

Until I wake, once more

So as I lay here, on this deck

Inebriated, dying in this flask

I think of you and what we had

If forgiveness, I could only ask

BOEMS BY JA 614