Potions

The night continues as they consume
Consuming potions, transforming notions all night
Condensation condenses on the glossy edge of my
Petroleum by-product chalice, as if my pores were extruding hard earned sweat
Its content consists of an isolated sea of nectarine, oh for the fiend
The unmistakeable beast of the bass
Vibrates liquid excluded, feeding a drop to the floor
But the ceiling remains dry, and forever conscious

Primates they become, fiending a pour
Neglecting the out door, they're arrogance
The swagger lacking substance
Fighting for dominance
Not with actions, but with acts of sins and foolish swigs,
I am depleted, of liquid
They become depleted of logic and whim
Discarded, like a used tool in an empty, dull shed
They are discarded by the sober
They are discarded by the sober
They are discarded by the sober
By the sober



Credits
Writer(s): Marc Boubelik
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