How you suffer for your sanity

Oh her welcome embrace gets
So painfully dull these days
Oh mostly nights of bingeing
On all her custom flavors

Give in more to her, take in
More of her so she unravels
In relief by your race
To the exit to throw up

In the dash out the back door
While there is dignity left
Blow her one last, gallant kiss

Try must to stay out of sight
Out of earshot, stink at ease
That is just the way things is

Rosendo M. Makabali is a technical writer in a government office and the employees cooperative.