Sure,
disappointment is easier to deal with drunk,
insensate, comatose, dead-eye pissed,
inebriated and flaked. A fuck-it all state
where nothing matters. But this ain’t
a cool place to start out on a classic binge.
Mate, you’ve heard tales of morning’s after
awakenings when death would have
been a sinecure, were it an option, when
one vows it will never happen again – those
legendary tales of tongues shaved and
vomit caked. Believe me man, it all began
from a sorry-arsed unhappy state to start with,
disappointment from the beginning.
No way mate, the go is to celebrate like
you’ve just won – bugger the score or the
notions of anyone who had reason to piss
up the wind, get in there and piss alongside
them, steal their thunder, lose your loser’s
cloak and become an abuser with the
rest, let wit and invective invent you again.
It ain’t easy, but then your natural instincts
to be life of the party will win. If you keep
the perspective then you will wake to glory.
© I.D. Carswell 2006
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