Ode To Alcohol

Brazen whore goddess, seducer of sense and soul,
You are worshipped, desired and consumed by all,
Wreaking evening apocalypses on each Friday night,
Your annihilation visible under the harsh streetlights:
Gladiators fighting for your love, woozy on your charms,
Lifeless toxic corpses shrivelled, vomit on their arms,
The shriek and squawk of harpies, a charmless orange lot,
Seeking personality, somewhere in their vodka shots.
Stupidity is your gift to those who neck pints of your nectar,
You’re a matchmaker to those who are blinded through your spectre.
As closing time draws in, you vomit inebriates on the street
The only beauty in a drunkard’s the tango of his scrambled feet.
Everything seems cold and senseless under sobriety,
I can only hope one day you’ll find an elixir to poison me.