Non Nobis Tantum Nati

Alcoholic Grace

I look back over from page to glass

thinking about how little class

will remain after the next round

but i pour again for I have found

that things are easier when there is no applied thought

because for every day that I have fought

to hold back more harmful urges

alcohol has gotten me through as it surges

through killing off the ability to reason

and from that no matter the season

no matter what happens, it is treason

to myself if i refuse another glass

even if i do look back of the farce

of my nights behaviour and speech

is it not better to reach,

for the Jäeger over the blade

to indulge until all other feelings fade

and I am left numb

not able to walk, yet alone run

so with that there is no escape

and so I force myself to drape

over a coat and go out confronting

and and all problems I find troubling