the beer speaketh...

i glug the drink..
i am my own shrink..
i think trivial...
bring on the next vial...
my soul turns pink!

et tu brute.. so be me!!

i am a stoic again..
i am a sponge...
i live life in the grunge...
is it any good???

I chose to rhyme.. It don't cost me a dime..

Rings of haze breath’d to the sky,
With holes, your lungs, it doth glorify,
A habit too compulsive to shirk,
Lips curl'd in a pretentious smirk,
Why O why, you exercise your right to die?