Deserving of a Drink
Taste of bitter beer,
Dripping through a tired sneer.
Dry the chin and blink the eyes,
The document contains no lines.
Emotions inexplainable,
Still forcing expression,
But with so much to say,
Where to start is endless.
Stories of dead monsters,
Meanings of imagined wonders,
I couldn't possibly choose,
So I remain in deliberation.
Endless,
Endless,
Until reality hits just right.
Then the fingers start to move.
And nonsense is written,
Tinged with melancholy and pity,
A hint of agony on the side,
And stepping back to observe my destruction,
I find a monstrosity dripping with irresponsibility.
To that I drink.