Sober Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

One says, - It's malfynction, drawback
In our days existing sober.
Adding, - sane ebriety
Keeps afloat society.

Yea, perhaps, a shot of liquor
Makes your bloodflow running quicker.
But it's not just for the flow, - -
More advantages in a row.

Drunk with life which's like a spirit
When you're downtrodden, wearied;
When you're run over by thorny,
Rugged myth on your life journey.

Drunk with kava of illusion,
Which elides as kind of a new gene
Drunk with mess and disproportion,
And enmeshed in non-reversion.

Lo: sobriety's Nemesis...

I'm drunk and cut my thesis...

No more...