The Drunkard's Lament

            Many

            Days

            When

            Fate

            Drew

            Nigh

           I left

          Judgment

         Far behind

        Shutting out

       The dark world

      Drowning my mind

     In piquant liquids

     Denying my reality

     Whiskey so lulling

     Comforting my soul

     Blotting out truth

     I’d rather not see

     Later I passed out

     Slept on the floor

     Dreamt of my youth

     And cheerier times

     Oh the splendor of
     Bourbon and Scotch

     Taking me off to a

     World more hopeful 

     Ensuring my solace

     Dulling the senses

     Escaping existence