POETRY READING: Isolated Vodka, by Lizbeth Wartemberg
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Performed by Val Cole
Isolated Vodka, by Lizbeth Wartemberg
Last night I died
I cried and I cried and I cried
I drowned all my pride and I cried
and I cried and I cried
I drowned all my pride and I cried
and I cried and I cried
I tripped over half a bottle of vodka
Did a U-turn on my bed
Where all my pain had fled
Was never really a devotee
But an insomniac
popping pills every night
that helped with the sleep alright
But last night, I took to a different flight
With bitter spite, under a faint light
I cried and I cried and I cried
Who would ever believe
Such an outstanding one of a kind
Would hide and abide
By rules so blind, so demeaning
Rules that wrench your soul to shreds
Tiny little shreds
That can never be put
Ever and never together again
So let it rain
Let it pour with rain
Like a speed train
A beast untamed
All over my bed
Let it rain and rain and rain
Like a never ending game
All over my bed
Let it rain and rain
With so many tears
Releasing so many fears
Last night I thought I was dying
Last night I died.
I woke up this morning and I knew I had died
I woke up this morning and I laughed
and I laughed and I laughed
For all that had happened were the
works of a drunken fool
I had been the object and the tool
I had survived my very own folly
Last night I cried and I died
Tonight I shall live to laugh.