CONDOLENCE TO A DRUNK (Acrostic) Chiefly seated is a demon, lurked in a bottle Often calling for a caress. Nestled synapses then send you senseless signals
Daring you to yield to your own lust Only your pocket knows the mysteries of your money Letters of battered petals are your kids Evidently your savings are for the day’s old age;
Night –when you will be a king in the tavern. Chants of dreadful rhythm your lungs rant Encomium of union members blinds you To see your twinkling star nears its age
Oh how I wish you hear your kidney scream! Apparently you know well Down this aisle is a monster Ready to bring down your world Unless you repent.
Now I forsee birds singing lullabies upon your epitaph Knitting nests of sarcastic condolence thereupon.
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