when the night is old and the dawn is new
i scream for more of what's to come
unending. bottomless. the abyss of this meaningless life
comes out of the blue, out of what is not you, plus the bitterness and strife.
at some point the end is near
as i puke in pain i have no fear
coz this battle with rhum can never replace
the happiness it gave and the redness in my face..
rmdz
02-06-04
== I wrote this poem during my single days, inspired by the bottles of SanMig light I consumed every time I was with my drinking buddies Eric and Ping. Those were the days of pure clean fun. Memorable moments.
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