Golden Seas 1
Golden Seas 1
On God's eternal golden seas, a drinking Greek poet once said
Does one not matter how hast and vast of the rich and poor
surrounds many a war
Hast! Thou many a people have watched and whom have returned
to the dead
Those who have not could out bear in initially making the right choice
Many a have-not whom have bored with having nothing to choose
Have they not called for their drinks in their baritone of voice
Thus they have found a fictitious customary vehicle in idle booze
Engaging into another alcoholic drink; Steven was not so right
For all he ventures in is self-deception on golden seas doth sever him
so elusive quick
The siphon doth stutters into an archaic turn of coldest plight
Many a have-not is willing as his tortured soul is thus sick.
Archie doth pour another drink of rum so Adam walks back to his
nourishing garden.
Another drink doth bring on an evil entity upon the voluptuous tree
Does not your ignorant brain go soft into your inside arteries will harden?
As in God's eyes he knows no one shall see what his eyes shall see.
Stephen has pounced another drink of rum to his brother either
Archie doth drink another rum as he had versed an evil curse
Another drink, another drink, another, another dear brother.
To be continued
Written Nov. 12. 2014
Copyright © Elizabeth Larter | Year Posted 2016
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