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.
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