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The sorrow

of young Patchen

nearly brought tears

to my eyes

as the numbness

of the alcohol

managed to suppress

the welling emotion

and somehow

I kept my cool;

forced it all inside

long term consequences

are inevitable

yet somehow I deny

the import of each moment

and the tear remains inside

moving on through days

it all seems unreal

until it becomes unreal;

pain and agony sedated

by hop filled ales

and another poet

is lain to rest

Ain’t this modern America

a real trip to see?

But can we really

be proud

of the vision we behold