Drink, Drank, Drunk (14th hour 2020)

Our cups runneth over with wine, vodka, and mead

We ingest as much as the rest as confessions begin to breed.

Emptying our chalice will tend to fill our greed.

The drinks have filled us with regret and befuddled pleads

for someone to hold her hair as she heaves.

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