Staring so blankly into an glass empty,
I weeped, blowing my nose into a dirty serviette
A lady sat down at the table uninvited -
Death, showing her ugly mug-snout.
Get away, uninvited,unwanted neighbor!
I haven't drunk enough still, else,yet.
I'll smash your bald head with a tankard
Let me tcomplain about my bitter fate...
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
Offline) - Published: March 23rd, 2025 06:05
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
I like this poem and its metaphor within metaphor. Bitter fate is reinforced with the idea of drinking and a bitter taste of the drink. Death seductive as a woman is seen up close as an ugly mug-snout repulsive and unwanted. Yet in another view this may be drink and the symbolic death one experiences in drunkenness passing on in a symbolic death of drunken slumber. Well written leaving the interpretation up to the reader.
The bitterness of fate is fought off with drink,
But only drink is sometimes bitter thing.
Death is tempting as moon-faced lovely.
Some times it scares a little with its mug ugly
However, from another point of view, they had said.
Just get drunk and you are already dead
There is no better metaphor, no doubt.
I approve of the verse - that's the end now.
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