Day Drinking

Three in the afternoon--
Grab a beer, or two!
Chug, Chug, Done.
Drink another?
one more cheer!
Let's go shopping,
beer in hand.
But we must not miss
happy hour at five!
Gin 'n tonic,
Coke 'n Rum.
Seven PM--
time to eat!
More food, more food!
We dine like Kings.
Feeling tired?
Let's make a quick
stop at the store.
Mix up that vodka
and red bull!
Time to fly to the bars!
Beezies left and right!
Grape shisha and house wine!
Drink 'till you stumble upon
some cricket-playing Indians!

My Dear

I lied to you today, m'dear
it's hard to say why,
perhaps out of fear.

I wasn't scared of you
persay, but scared of me.
we want different things
you know, you and I

I tell myself:
do not involve her.
I don't want to hurt you,
but I might.

Sometimes I can see
you think the same
behind those shined eyes.

it is a delicate mix
of love and lust,
m'dear.

Obedience

Obedience is
a game for puppies
and grown men.
It is never knowing what
lies on the otherside,
just because
you didn't climb the wall.
Obedience.
It is the sworn enemy
of creative minds.
It is what compels men
to spend years and years
listening, searching
searching, wishing
for just a little corner space
in a vast web of society,
as if, as if he is content.
Obedience, it
befriends the meek,
never the great.
So listen to your mother!
To your television! Obey!
Obey, and you will be anything,
but extraordinary.

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.