DRUNKEN

Drunken into the night, blurry in sight, wobbly and light, Searching for magic potion, my locomotion, to help my emotion They caution its appeal, most beg and kneel, for a feeling that s surreal, !f ! were precocious, if my mind could focus, this lust is hocus"pocus

So ! sealed my fate, a feeling ! do hate, with a wish a bit too late, #hat glory ha$e ! now, for rut that ! plowed, sorrow and wrinkled brow ! wanted to feel good and ! knew ! would, the %uestion, if ! should, The need ! feel now, ! don t want to allow, the %uestion is how

by Tim Thayer