Whine, why? Wine!

Why sulk when every problem can be solved towards the bottle end.
Why care when every worry disappears eventually around a u-bend.

Oh so cool after a bottle and half.
Misconstrued doesn't hear the laugh.
Falling with his imagined grace.
Doesn't notice the blood on his face.

Why try harder when everything comes eventually with a drink.
Why concentrate when the booze solves without the need to think.

Such flair and finesse to see,
In a mirror of rose-tinted glee.
Happy in his prison cell room.
Never noticing his impending doom.

Why bother with normalities conception of what's right.
Why worry of the ethics and why fight the good fight.

Oh it works so very well,
Drinking in my sanitised hell.
Losing my unsanitised mind,
Thinking that tomorrow will be more kindJ

Mark Broomhall
September 2003