The Vicious Cycle

9.

Every time the world gets heavy
I lighten my load with a glass of beer.
The hand extends,
the fingers grasp,
the lips part,
the soul refreshes.

...the mind clouds
the feet stumble
the head aches
the stomach churns.

Every time the world gets heavy
I lighten my load with a glass of wine.
The eyebrow raises
The nose inhales
The palate dances
The lips part
The spirit warms.

...the mind clouds,
the feet stumble,
the head aches,
the stomach churns.

...the wallet empties,
the days are lost,
the anxiety raises,
the time wastes.

Every time the world gets heavy
I lighten my load with a glass of beer.