Thief of Joy and Sorrow
I once emptied a bottle of vodka.
an unfriendly and colorless liquid entertainment;
a thief of yesterday's sorrow
and of the joy of tomorrow.
What is more justifying than cleansing your throat
and setting your gut ablaze
with an unaged stranger in a bottle?
Logic does not have the will nor the skill
to set the record straight without causing a spill.
an unfriendly and colorless liquid entertainment;
a thief of yesterday's sorrow
and of the joy of tomorrow.
What is more justifying than cleansing your throat
and setting your gut ablaze
with an unaged stranger in a bottle?
Logic does not have the will nor the skill
to set the record straight without causing a spill.