Poem: Sipping My Poison


My stein filled to the brim

With both blessing and sin


With light inviting foam

Once down will make me groan


For although I like this drink

Something’s in it that stinks


A flavor that turns sour

At any given hour


Still I keep on drinking

My heart keeps on dreaming


That one day we’ll be fine

You happily all mine


But then you make me sick

Proving you are toxic


Poison to my spirit

Plan again to exit


So intoxicating

You are so enslaving


Slowly killing my soul

You’re filling my stein full

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