WHAT IS THIS THAT WE CALL A VICE ?
THAT FOULS OUR MIND LIKE LEGEONS OF LICE.
A TINY INSIGNIFICANT THOUGHT,
OVERWHELMS OUR MIND AS OUR SOUL IS BOUGHT.
OUR PALMS SPREAD UP OUR HEADS FORWARD BENT.
AS WE AGAIN HEAD TOWARDS FROM WHENCE WEVE BEEN SPENT.
ONCE MORE WE LOOK TO CAREFULLY PREPARE
THE BLACKHOLE WE KNOW WILL LEAD TO DESPAIR.
THIS TINY PROBLEM IS UNDER CONTROL WE THINK.
AS WE SLOWLY STRETCH OUR PALM FOR THE NEXT SMALL DRINK.
QJD – 2006
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