to think he could outrun this
it being crueler and faster than him
and keener in the killing
yet he continued to give it strength
by nightly imbibing
such that it suck away
the stench of a wasted life
and render an active mind duller
thus better to cope with the day to day
murder of sanity and hope
disguised as political display
still there are moments free of the booze
when he felt the strength to choose
art and commentary
they didn't last for long
the futility of the human project
pouring forth abundant evidence of failure
where the weak are fed by the strong
so he raised another pint of amber
cheers to the millennial malaise
choosing his poison from a bevy of candidates
singing hi away, hi away, here’s to better days
© shaun patrick green 2011
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