In vino veritas said one wise man to the masses. Verily I say unto you, I have delved into the ways of a lush tonight.
Yeehaw. Be warned.
Oh, but what flows from my mind to yours is simply truth
I hide behind it, whilst I coach it from others
And for my efforts, I’ve become Ruth
And too often my way smothers
Is it wise to drink whilst in the bath? I draw one for myself and lay about until I’m a prune. My brain has pickled too, and my limbs thrash about like a marooned roach.
But what say you, say you dearly
What comes between us cost me nearly
My heart or that organ I call thus
The beating of it in time with our lust
I find myself sobering, overbearing aches
I’ll drown out these thoughts no matter what it takes