With glass, I am a man – or so I think! – <br />A role to play when blessed with courtly drink: <br />A gin or two, then vintage port or wine <br />To pep me up and gift me with a shine. <br /> <br />I know it’s false, as I now must depend <br />Upon my daily shots with open end. <br />Insidious, it all becomes routine <br />To beg a drink each day for self-esteem. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009 <br />All rights reserved <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Life life life life life life is drink <br />Life life life life life life the brink <br />Life life life life life life is drink <br />Life life life life life life the brink <br />Life life life life life life is drink <br />Life life life life life life the brink <br />Life life life life is on the brink<br /><br />Mark R Slaughter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-drink/
