I’ll be your moonshine if you give me sanity,
Suck me dry to obliterate that vanity
That turns into liquid. I’ll pour me down
Your throat; you’ll drunkenly dismantle my crown.
Slur your words til they’re useful, teach me to think
Before actions and battles push you to the brink
Of the bottle. Deny me attention I’m after;
I’ll steep you in tinctures of fancy hereafter.
Once we’re stripped of our vices, naked and cold,
And the bell delivers a backward toll
And our souls can balance the take and the give,
We may remember once more how to live.
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