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My Letter To Alcohol.

Most letters open with “Dear ….” ; this one will just begin

You are the nemesis, my arch-enemy, the demon I pray God to damn;

You lure, seduce, then rob me blind.

Mocking love, devotion, loyalty, and commitment, you mortify;

Masquerading as joy, you destroy.

You poison every plan, contaminate every climate, compel every crime;

Master of your motive, you hasten death

Or market as mind game, then cheat to win.

The wine glass sat on the countertop

White wine bottle beside

Each half full like a theater prop

Waiting for groom and bride.

But no one there took sup of the cup

A thief was due at dawn

Neither bride nor groom were in the room

Now the bottle, and the glass

Are gone.

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Strange, unknown books, voraciously read;

Sleeping ’til noon, every day in bed;

Blaming the dog for sneaking out thrice

Though not so, at home,

Where traps catch mice;

Waking, walking the dog, heading west

Without her, though in her house a guest;

Driving to mother’s, on the east side

But returning due east, direction

Defied;

Picture perfect, the story, revealed

In the way

The lips are now sealed, pressed tightly

Betraying

What really has happened

Yes, nearly complete. The lies,

Merely servant; the master:

Deceit.

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