In vino veritas, they say
their glasses clinking,
lightbulbs sway,
and deeper sinking,
dizzy heights,
til all their worries
melt away.
A single throaty cello plays.
The violinists too far gone
to loose their own,
exquisite song.
Enlightenment
in drink, they seek;
Whilst lost, to find
a purer truth;
in wormwood,
an eternal youth!
Fermented grapes
theyd sip success
and earnestly
their griefs redress.
Truth belies shame
like wine to flame,
a hissing, numbing,
giddy pain.
Or so they say.
Yet night wanes fast
each lazy sip
could be the last
The moments drip
and drift, night past
And wincing in
the light of day
Awake and cotton
stuffed, they cough
In venom veritas,
they scoff,
and roll the empty
glass away.









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