He fiends for me nightly
His tears are unsightly
Voice clamors vows politely
Hand shake violently

Liquor to calm, liquor to mellow
Liquor to become a quiet young fellow

He screams unbearably
Shoves me terribly
Crashes glass loudly
Cuts me so lovely

Liquor to calm, liquor to mellow
Liquor to become a quiet young fellow

Apologizes spew forth briskly
Lips quiver mournfully
Tongue cleanses quickly
Words erased briskly
Repetition of the past frequently
Liquor is more friendly


He still fiends for me nightly

PoetryJennifer NuesiComment