*+ Null escape +*
All the wired failures
Drunkard madness rage
In clasp of alcoholic dispossession
Escape the bindings of the age
Be blind and incomprehensible
Plead Ignorance of the things I do
Be bloodied violent and indiscrete
Another night's forgetfulness
Escape route for the soul
Stumble down the tarred streets
Searing heat of alcohol perspiration
Tunnel vision panorama
Each step more unsteady than the last
Hope to wake safe in my bed
No more damaged than I am now
Angry drumbeat in my head
Bitter bile in my stomach
Aching joints as if beaten
A warrior of Bacchus
Laid low by pleasured escape.
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