The Day I Wore A Swear Word Poem by Leaking Pen

Who funk it that this day will come
Cockroaches invade my desolate slum
Rats and snakes eve's scary creatures
Swear words drunken man best features.

Holly molly my venture into angry word's dare
Public domain restrain me from spilling my swear
But when at home at night on the bottle
I drink and drink till my month starts to squabble.

My deadly bites not from fang's poison
But from harmful words spewing treason
I have amnesia for good but not for harm
Swear words mode ring the loudest alarm.

Drunken youth excused by the age of consent
What is my excuse for an old man spent?
Next morning when I face the mirror of blame
Oh I wish I could remember last night's shame.

Shame on me for my knowing not to drink
Lame excuses I find to binge and shrink
Responsibilities bind small circle of my feet
I set the bar low for my household soul's defeat.

Lame excuse to drink for my cholesterol's sake
Wine red or white in excess cause my headache
No confession absolves my adult behaviour
No pity for me from heaven's saviour.

Thirst, thirst more thirst like the runs
Excuses: more excuses my chosen ones
When shades are down and I am alone
On to binge drinking my selfish throne.

Would compassion end this poem, I wonder?
Forgiveness for sins but not when I plunder
I pawned my soul to the devil for endless drinks
My liver's epitaph framed in hell's burning inks.


March 7,2014
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014