The Drink - quite deceptive 
Looks ethereal
Smells stench
Tastes euphoric, once you devour in it

Blank, will your head be
Anxiety and stress will scoot
Onus will be your honesty 
And nobody can preclude

A stress free jiffy
will arrive soon
You won't be sober
until noon

Fantasy might take over 
Elated or resented you might feel through
Oblivious your surroundings will be
Once you're over the prosaic misery 

Life's not hard, the way you think 
Neither is it truncated
Just devour into it like,
A drunker into a trivial liquid.


~Mestalo