14 January 2013
I grip a glass between my hands, Oh, alcohol! It understands!
It doesn't curse my ups and downs, And when I'm sad, it stops my frowns.
A friend like drink is hard to find, When I'm a mess, it's thoughtful: blind.
It tickles me and makes me grin, I dance and twirl and jive and spin.
It joins my joy paired with its own, Though makes me lose my keys and phone.
I care not for human traps, Me and drink? It's under wraps!
Alcohol & I. • Opuss № I