Drink

I scratch the itch to ease the pain If you like, have a drink, no shame of being one. Has and was, coming at you thirst for more, just one maybe two. We don't count them, trick the mind cursed this monkey to hell and back, for boundaries to find to search for, not finding oneness and glasses and bottle empty, powerless. Mornings hold evenings dread to swallow song aloud my head offend some, some brought back to peace some do other things looking release. Everyone gets something, of comforts line no linguistic wars, soul tapping the spine. A parody on control, creating a memory drinking to forget, ones daily accessory.