Poetry fight,
war between two minds,
feels better than sex
or masturbating
or fingering a cunt,
but drinking,
alcohol is a gift
to a mankind
only escape,
only tool,
for the ones who has brains
and the guts
woman is magic,
when you combine with
alcohol,
tragedy
like the words,
feels like a virus from outer space,
you talk
you become dumber
you talk to yourself,
you seem dumber but
you will be come
Socrates