The day I Wore A Swear Word
Who funk it that this day will finally come
When cockroaches invade my desolate slum.
Rats and slithering snakes are eve’s scary creatures
But swear words are drunken man best features.
Holly molly my venture into angry word’s dare
But public domain restrains me from spilling my swear
But when I am at home at night on the bottle
I drink and drink till my month starts to squabble.
My deadly bites are not from fang’s poison
But harmful words spewing each treason
I have amnesia for good but not for harm
Swear words mode ring my 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
Negligence bind small circle around my feet
And I set the bar low for my 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 behaviour
No pity for me from holly father the saviour.
Thirst, thirst more thirst like having the runs
Excuses, excuses, 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 staining inks.
March 7, 2014
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014