Entry #32

Vice Wine
by Vinay Pandey


Grandpa used to say…

Drink like a man, and choose your drink like one
Your drink is your lady, wisely you must choose
for she changes you, your attitude , your traits
as long as she stays , your woman and your booze

Hard grained liquor, like a strong willed woman
sets you free, keeps you up and keeps up with you
she takes your worries, she brightens up your traits
for she is one secure lady, proud of her brew

Weak women are insecure, their company ties you down
you want to fly, she holds you down, she doesn’t let you shine
A spirit so similar, that spirit killing spirit, that trait dampening spirit
from greasy grapes and gooey pulp that spirit is called wine

Grandpa was right, I realized that night, when I sat with a glass of wine
I had had 3 sips when I looked at the clock; the time was half past nine

At half past nine I heard some one speak, I thought I lost my chips
"Promise me you won’t forget me", a girly voice said, "as you forgot the last 3 sips"

I took up the glass and through the clear crystal I saw the lovely wine
I smashed it on the floor and looked at the clock; the time was half past nine

I felt so good, it was half past nine, I hadn't for a minute
let her rule me, the mean weak woman, the villainess of this sonnet...