Wine

You have slick red blood that stains my teeth,

And 1.5 units that stain my blood.

Vin de pays du grad, why are you on my desk?

Why are you tempting me with your sweet sweet blood,

Will you show me my dreams?

Will you show me my future?

What is it I see at the bottom of my glass,

Apart from the life draining from your green body?

I appreciate your sacrifice,

And the way you gave so easily to my will,

But I would rather twist your neck and smash

You against a brick wall,

It is half five on a Friday afternoon,

I have had a shower and washed my hair,

I don’t want you and no one really cares.

I’m just a poor student,

And I need to write,

To save my life.

One more glass of wine and maybe then I’ll feel fine?

One more swill and you’re like my sedative pill,

Will you send me to sleep, or be the inspiration I need?

I guess one more glass won’t hurt.

I love you, wine.

You know what? We’ll be just fine.

Here, let me kiss you again.

Spill over my lips, you sinner, you saint you-

You tempt me, Baron Saint Jean,

You tempt me and I really am quite keen.

Okay just one more glass and I’ll have you empty.

Then I can focus on something else....

Oh Saint Cocoa, where are you when I need you?

Chocolate...

Sleep?

Wait, give me a minute... let me think...