Assignment: Poem
Is drinking bad for you? Is it a question to be answered whilst partaking in the ritual of inducing oneself with superfluous amounts of nefarious liquid. The nefarious liquid often referred to as Alcohol. Yes - alcohol, aka - the sustenance of life for those that cannot truly appreciate reality. Reality is easier to deal with in a world where all sense of awareness is subdued by the fruits of amber nectar: ah, alocohol. It does allow a heart to remould to its former healthy state. The blood flows richer, the heart beats slower and the warm blood it creates invigorates a sullen soul. But in the cold light of day the apparent warmth captured by blood is no more than poison - a poison that carries itslelf to the mind in a bid to shorten longevity of existence. Let sleep be the longevity of existence. Let longevity of existence be reality so as to inspire sleep by perpetutity. Alcohol: a transient account of escapism. It makes me smile when I am sad, it makes me cry when I am sad and it makes me mad when I am sad - but it never lets me see what I should see - just blinds me. Never lets me hear what I should hear - just deafens me. At the end of the day - I LIKE IT!