Drinking is a Full Time Job

I am young, but full of years.

My incendiary appetite for alcohol

Fired my short lived careers,

While drinking in the dark

Full of beers I careered through the park,

Fermenting my newly found unrest

Striking the last matches of undead days.

Now retiring, addled with fears

Only known as an ashen man.

I am old, bereft of years.

The End

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