To life...this joke.
I lift my glass and drink.
Maybe, I'll just have one more.
My devil and my savior.
It lifts my spirits on occasion;
And on others
It throws me against the very rocks of despair.
It dulls my senses,
And happily I float in a drunken haze.
Shoot the rail; Buy all my friends a drink.
Because everyone is truly my friend.
But the bars all close,
And my friends all leave.
Morning comes, bringing pain
In my head, my heart,
And my soul.
Julie -May 10, 1997