Reunion of drunkards

June 26, 2009 by energy mavaza ·
Filed under: I was just thinking, Poetry

I escaped life through this profound tunnel
But before, i carried a man called Emmanuel.
He persuaded me with with his pleading voice,
“Beer is very good example of bad choice,
The lovers of it are all dead and engraved.
So repent in the lord and you will be saved.”

A blink then took me somewhere strange,
I could not see anything from close range.
The sky was dark and it never seen sun,
I could not breath the air was none.
Wounds were all over, blood was streaming,
I was in painless state like i was dreaming.

Behold, breathless moving corpses imaged on me.
On my loud voice i cried. “Who can you be!”
I was afraid not to find my sense of fear
But the knocking of their bones i did hear.
Out of their pungent bodies they made no moan,
Some figures tired of guggling blood idid recogn.

One half limbed man shoved and did tell,
“Thank God we meet again in hell,
He tried to save you but you mind not.
Because you could not free beer from your throat.
I thank God that beer both took us to the end.

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