The Drunkard Sat

The drunkard sat
No he's not drunk — that's the problem he's got.

The man sat — cold and stiff
He pulled a cup to his lips.

His hair was well kempt — his demeanor — calm
He was not drunk — and he drunk on and on.

He had good shoes — his pants were not old and faded — clearly someone cared
The man sat and drank — and he stared.

His face did not look aged or sick
Only blue eyes — he drank — it did not stick.

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Post Date
2023-01-11
Author
Molossus Spondee

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