Poetic Vice by Sptfyr

[Sptfyr]

poetic vice
(published 2008)
scribble, dribble, wriggle, wretch
there he sits upon his bench
a maudlin man with mournful sighs
seeing himself through other's eyes.

he's not so green as you might think...
soused and seasoned with poetic ink.
scribble, dribble, drunk that pen
with wine and thoughts that will not end.

he calls upon his poetic muse
a substance he does oft' abuse.
add some spirits or some ale.
he does spin a raucous tale.

off again with pen in hand
leader of his one man band
writing down his liquid speech
in pursuit of what he cannot reach.

[Shad]

I TOTALLY LOVED THIS'N, FUN, CAREFREE WITH A SUBTLE SADNESS ANS A DASH OF HOPE!!

BRILLIANT!!!!!!!!

[Sptfyr]

Thanks Shad, you have such a beautiful and giving heart.  

[DonDi62]

I like this one, it is fun to read, and tells a little of the talent that comes with the life of an imbiber of too much drink.

[Sptfyr]

 Thanks, Dondi.  I'm glad you like it.  I wrote this after reading a poem on Y!A and then thinking...This person must be three sheets to the wind.  Although I'm not a big drinker, I may have to try this sometime. My inhibitions just fall away with a few drinks.  I can only imagine what my brain would conjure up

[DonDi62]

Then I await the fruits of your labors with the essense of the grape inside you.