Vodka (an acrostic poem)

Visions danced in his glass as Frank swirled the viscous liquid

Observing his future, he pounded the fluid back

Daring the fire cascading down his throat to burn away what he saw

Kissing reality goodbye, this time he just grabbed the bottle

All would be better if he couldn’t think anymore




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