Poetry of a Blind Girl

vodka

Vodka

A social catalyst, or perhaps a suicidal one,

It all depends on you

Do you choose to be enslaved?

Or would you rather stay true,

Correct it can help you forget your worries

Like a magician it'll make them disappear.

But it can cause them too.

A rite of passage, something to prove,

That you dress in high heels and not those fake plastic shoes,

Or that you're a man above all the boys,

I can't say I've experienced any of that,

Don't think I ever want to

But let's be honest you're not cool if you don't

I'd rather be able to find my flat,

The cries of regrets the night after,

Possibly even nine months later, if you know what I mean

But it's not all bad I suppose,

It can cause giggles, singing laughter,

Shots of ecstasy, cocktails of love.

Soon the world will be spinning

The floor up above

You've had one to many my friend

Go home you're drunk!

4/10/17