DRUNKARD

A beast of no nation,
Gallant in the senseless sense of endless intoxication.
A staggerer in no man's land,
Jabbering like a garrulous cobra,
Putting into service free air-time from a drunk-card,
Struggling incessantly from the clutches
Of the monster commanding his feet.

A wino... A win - No!
His form within him is queer,
Exhibiting traits not of earth,
Not of heaven nor of hell,
But of a level beyond level,
A rank of blindy influence,
A short time degree of highest level,
The requirements for expensive madness display.

With the eyes of his mind shut,
And his brain wave reduced to nothingness,
He gets possessed by thick unconsciousness,
Until unified equilibrium sets in.
On awareness of his misdemeanor,
He grows sober over his egregious conducts,
And in shame,
He promises teetotalism.

But the beast still lurks
In the shadows beneath the surface,
And in due time,
He's back at the shore of alcoholism,
To swim in the sea of drunkenness,
In eternal servitude
To Dionysus
And Acan-Mayan.

#El_Magnifico™