The day I Wore A Swear Word

Who funk it that this day will come
Cockroaches invade my desolate slum
Rats and snakes eve’s scary creatures
Swear words drunken man best features

Holly molly my venture into angry word’s dare
Public domain restrain me from spilling my swear
But when at home at night on the bottle
I drink and drink till my month starts to squabble

My deadly bites not from fang’s poison
But from harmful words spewing treason
I have amnesia for good but not for harm
Swear words mode ring the loudest alarm

Drunken youth excused by the age of consent
What is my excuse for an old man spent?
Next morning when I face the mirror of blame
Oh I wish I could remember last night’s shame

Shame on me for my knowing not to drink
Lame excuses I find to binge and shrink
Responsibilities bind small circle of my feet
I set the bar low for my household soul’s defeat

Lame excuse to drink for my cholesterol’s sake
Wine red or white in excess cause my headache
No confession absolves my adult behavior
No pity for me from heaven’s savior

Thirst, thirst more thirst like the runs
Excuses: more excuses my chosen ones
When shades are down and I am alone
On to binge drinking my selfish throne

Would compassion end this poem, I wonder?
Forgiveness for sins but not when I plunder
I pawned my soul to the devil for endless drinks
My liver’s epitaph framed in hell’s shady inks

March 7, 2014
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014

Forgive Me Twice

Leaking Pen
Leaking Pen
Dear Members
I don't like to post 3 poems in a row, I believe in giving equal space to all poets to post their poems, but I could not stand all the commercial postings on our diminishing website, this is my way of purging junk out, let poems find their rightful place again!
Truly
Paul

Dr, Seuss on the Rocks

Paul,

I drank your poem. I drank it all up ... not like wine ... but my design ... a milkshake.
When I feel a whine coming on ... I like the sweet splatter ... of ice cream ... you scream.
It helps me sleep ... this sugar high ... not like wine ... I don't get the sense I can fly.
Why do we wallow in such big gulps? You know, the fiction and all its pulps.
Maybe I should switch, wine is good for the heart. Yes, I should try this claim you impart.
Let's set the table and invite all our guests. If we are in good company, we may drink less.

Your poem is like Dr. Seuss on the rocks. You, dear Paul, are a character.

Thanks for this composition. It shows me a lot about your sweet disposition.

Cheers,

Kathy xo

Fort Lauderdale, Florida

This poem was brought to you by the letter 'F and U". Oh ... my goodness ... I made a funny. Maybe we could start a fashion craze ... wearing our hearts on our sleeves.

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