Starting at the beginning
when winning is not an option,
but a nescessary concoction
of will, power, and grinning in the face of fear,
stripping my soul for a beer to find the right gear.
Blessed with a gift to stear myself to the will of others
in a time when my head and heart are no longer brothers,
brothers in arms,
brothers in the arms of women lost
in lustful pursuit of a stolen dream,
served with sugared cream,
and swallowed whole in a truly unholy way.
When did I stray?
Stranded in this bay of fools, after dark,
stark naked,
branded a slave to societies greed
to selfishly breed
only one way for me to behave.
My demeanor is grave when my will
is diminished by a small pill
swallowed this day whole in a truly unholy way.