Yorktown Disciple

Quatrain of Drinking Problem

Easy does it

I'm holding on with my fingers
clutched to my solemn
soul, a fierce pain
throbbing,

The Devil is trying to catch me
and throw me into Hell on
a false charge of
robbing.

I thought about stealing a resilient,
existential Spirit, but on
second thought, too
risky,

Just thinking bad thoughts can
come back to bite, I must
learn how to handle my
whiskey.

Yorktown Disciple