The Breakable Oath (A Satire on the Drinker)

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.