Alcoholics Poem by Lev Brekhman

Alcoholics



There is a kind of sad unfeeling
In every drinker's happy smile.
As if his soul, sad and peeling,
Disrupts away. Deleted file...
The twinkling eyes, constantly rheumy,
And sweaty brow - cold sweat…
A drinker's life. Balloon, half-pneumy
The gas is leaking, near is the end.

Thursday, October 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: drinking
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