Til Water Sinks


Tonics, tinctures, drinks, O

Reverse deliriums to think so

Water flows til the brink

Of weakness which shall bring

Another distraction from songs

Of everlasting drunkenness

Something in this, methinks

Perplexed, and hardly merry

Staring at succulent plants

Wishing for a ripe, sweet cherry

Only to pontificate frustration

With yet again a blended blame

Howsoever it makes us insane

Til the water flows and we sink


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Blended Blame

Sounds like an i e cream frustration soda. I drink more water, beer recentky made me ill for days. Nothing stronger ever or else.