I bleed it and need it,

I can’t be without it,

I crave it each minute,



It’s all that’s left legal

of anything lethal,

and yet it’s still fatal,



The gun will destroy you,

a knife will cut into,

and life will connive to

be mean.


But now I’m too old to

put up with and go through

the nonsense so found

with that scene.


So pour me a cupful,

up to the brimful,

I’ll swallow by mouthful,



I sweat it and seek it,

but hold on a minute,

right now I just need the





©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn

22 August 2013





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