Sober and Somber

Sober's not the same as fun
don't listen to your mum,
I tried it yesterday--
Let me tell you, it's serious, gloomy,
not to mention depressing.
What I'd really like right now:
two shots of whiskey and spiced rum, each
perhaps a gin and tonic
three beers to wash it down
then a cigarette for dessert.
'Cause I don't know how long I'll live,
but so long to being Somber!

Spirit Within

Last night I walked home in the freezing cold,
one of those bitter nights that bites the skin,
there wasn't anything pleasant about it.
To keep my thoughts from my aching ears
I imagined a sunlit meadow
with row after row of golden poppies
and soft music from a trickling stream,
This image brought forth curious warmth within.
I realized then,
the spirit feels not what the senses tell
but rather the mind's own stubborn will.