Catechism or katharsis? Both!
You know that it's bad for you, but you have it anyway.
You know it's self-humiliating, but still you have it.
You know it makes you more rough and vulgar and cheap, and still you have it.
You know it worsens your company with yourself, and still you have it.
You know it will ruin the following day, and that you won't feel nicely afterwards,
you know that you only ruin and decapacitate yourself, and still you do it.
You know it gradually burns out your brains, but still you have it.
You are a teetotaller, an anti-drug-campaigner, a strained purist making efforts,
you are the chastest of puritans, and still you have it.
It definitely tastes bad like something between piss and shit, and still you take it.
You ruin your intestines and fart bloody liquids,
you suffer a lot and can't stand it really, but still you take it.
When you piss, the green and red stuff burns in your pick,
but you continue anyway.
Others will suffer for you, but still you continue.
You are incorrigible, and still you drink, although you know it's all wrong,
and you sober up just to start drinking again.
Why then do you keep on drinking?
Just because you are only human.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-10-06 at 12:09
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The Drunkard's Cathesis
You know that it's bad for you, but you have it anyway.
You know it's self-humiliating, but still you have it.
You know it makes you more rough and vulgar and cheap, and still you have it.
You know it worsens your company with yourself, and still you have it.
You know it will ruin the following day, and that you won't feel nicely afterwards,
you know that you only ruin and decapacitate yourself, and still you do it.
You know it gradually burns out your brains, but still you have it.
You are a teetotaller, an anti-drug-campaigner, a strained purist making efforts,
you are the chastest of puritans, and still you have it.
It definitely tastes bad like something between piss and shit, and still you take it.
You ruin your intestines and fart bloody liquids,
you suffer a lot and can't stand it really, but still you take it.
When you piss, the green and red stuff burns in your pick,
but you continue anyway.
Others will suffer for you, but still you continue.
You are incorrigible, and still you drink, although you know it's all wrong,
and you sober up just to start drinking again.
Why then do you keep on drinking?
Just because you are only human.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 474 times
Written on 2006-10-06 at 12:09
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