Whatever the cause might be—lean over and puke it out. The poison is seeping into your bones. Yesteryear’s remedies have no power to heal tomorrow’s regrets. Any regrets have a choke hold on dreams.
Yet the lack of oxygen yields one too drunk to fight back. Oh, but the weary scream a soundless siren for no one’s hearing. Get out and render that stronghold loosened. Jump for joy and celebrate your freedom, your insatiable appetite of dreams.
Never too drunk, welding a sword of courage; flashing a look of derision on the haters; yet firmly laying hold to your personal mandate—-love thy neighbor as you would your selfie.
Charge forward young warrior, dupe the savages and release the birds of prey so that the carcasses of doom will no longer litter the land.