A West County Club patron’s poem

**Only As Good As My Drunk**
Trudging up a shallow path
of darkness.
Eyes wide open yet really quite
closed.
Inconsistent loyalties where lies were
believed and most secrets were
sold.
Deceit in a hushed state were claimed innocent by words of
apologies not yet thought about.
Selfishness blaimed, poisonous lust, heart and eyes filled with
doubt.
Anger was fear of everyone that I held so
dear.
Their justifications were always so unclear.
Hurt beyond belief, filled with resentments, I’m anxious and
pained,
So I must rid the drink, pour it down the drain.
~Just My 2 Cents~
Peace,
Kk

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