Drinking Session

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Cheers

to the cool breeze blowing

to the three of us

basking in the glory of liquor

in this bitter earthy night,

to forget

death of Andy’s unborn child

in the hands of its ruthless mother

loss of Dan’s hard-earned money

in the hands of selfish syndicates

to live seems to be a curse

with this beer as an amulet,

and drunkenness an old raft

in the whirlpool

of Solitude’s poison. To forget

we have to sleep

have to

sleep.