Drunkenness let me tell you
Is a diff’rent domain where demons
And longings wake up
From slumber,
Repression,
Subjugation.
Acid burns your throat
Memory is but flashes
Thoughts as permanent as
rings of smoke.
Drunkenness let me tell you
Is when you ask,
Did we use condom?
The morning after,
When sobriety crawls back—
and you bask,
and you bask
in un-glory,
unmasked.