With heavy head I do arise,
Sounds are far too much,
My heartbeat fast, I feel it’s cries,
Shaky hand on chest does touch,
The skin all over starts to crawl,
Like a poisonous snake,
My bruises show last night’s fall,
After feasting on acidic lake,
A lake from old world and the new,
Some corked and some screw top,
Once so succulent but now the spew,
Commences with no stop,
A wine rack is upon the floor,
Making a gruesome puddle,
Internally I scream, and implore,
For a stop to infernal muddle,
At last this wicked waterfall,
From me has found its halt,
My hunger rumbles, makes it\'s call,
I need to restore my salt,
Disregarding last night’s swill,
As I chomp on something needed,
Repairing the cells that I nearly killed,
By socially being miss leaded,
An oath in mind I start to think,
As the day becomes much clearer,
“From today I shall not touch drink,
My liver need not be a fearer!”
But this wish is made in vain,
As the cork will pop once more,
For sometimes wine can make me sane,
Though I will moderate to be less sore,
A glass or two will greatly assist me,
So I can write one more canto,
Such pleasant liquid philosophy,
That is found in Sauvignon or Pinot,
My head and heartbeat calmer now,
Thus I continue my growth,
Today hard liquor I will disallow,
But tomorrow I will break this oath.