Wine soaked bRAIN

Wine Sermon for Poets

When wine soaks the brain

The world takes on a special glow

We relax and let ourselves go

Our shoulders find a better plane

And our faces, well we see the grin

And feel it down to our toes

When the wine, just goes

 All wine lovers out there must be aware

That this special treats.. yes another sip

must be handled with care

Please don’t think that you can drive

Or handle a knife or gun, for your life

Just may turn into nightmare tricks

And wine will become the devil’s drink

Instead of a scared gift from the vines

Yeah you still need to think, and pen lines

not wreak your life, pickle the liver

bottle your brains damage your stomach 

and spank your senses into muck

become delirious and have tremors

oh how horribly wicked it can be

maybe even make you puke 

and change your personality

really it must be handled with care

and some tricks to be granted 

to those poets out there.

So 

The trick I have learnt for that to be the case

 For Specialness to grow is to have it real s l o w

And make an extra special habit

Of limiting yourself to just a few

yes of couse another glass

mm a every good vintage 

what is it ?

 Now where was I,

that was right

tricks to say in control.

Oh but it is a good drop.

The other little trick is to stick

To having natural water in the glass

Just to give that specialness an extra blast

with longer lasting kicks, and still has your wits

So if a poem comes your way

The words will be there to stay

Instead of being lost to that over soaked wine brain.

If you have lost yourself to the drunk train

Oh my lord that isn’t a good way to go

Getting pissed and jelly legged

Now you really have lost your head

And everything that you do then is a nothing and a blur

And in the morning, you are left without a real cure

Your head be thudding hard for dehydrated you are

So if you had scribble out those special words

Your morning eyes be too sore

To make head or

Tail of it all

Just scribbles on a page

Where you have written every line

On top of the other and now it is just a mess.

And an art work instead, mm

And this poem this, “ Sermon on the Mount”

Is just way too long.

 but isn't it just wine talk

after all is said and done? 

a drinker always gives advise 

on this very subject?