Poem: Sipping My Poison

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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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