Drinking is a fun game.
I'll be honest, my favorite is scotch.
Because of it, I have so much fame;
Everyone loves to watch.
But I know one day someone will steal the show,
Leaving me with another loss to deal with.
At least this time the blood won't flow,
Leaving them with nothing but a smithed myth.
The scotch will take it all away,
Every single day.
But still I pity the cat,
which was turned into a mat.
Surely it was a nice rug,
But all of the dead bugs
Made me throw it to the dogs,
Those poor dogs who choke on the smog.
Maybe soon I'll toss this habit,
This endless addiction,
And no longer remain the sad rabbit.
But drinking is my affliction,
Nothing can free me,
But I think I've found a way.
It's simple, don't you see?
Death will never betray.
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This is the second poem of my collection, "The Process." I hope you enjoyed it. Until next time,
-Zero
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