The Disgorge

Not Mine Though !!!

Bit of success, mild failure,

Fancy bet or simply frustrate.

Emptied bottles, little movement,

Jiffy of joy and the other man inside says 'hi'.

He is confident, he is not afraid,

Yet he is unstable and uncertain.

Few more bottles and few more jokes,

Seconds of anger and few more smokes.

Time is now to write history,

Madness for now and for future cool story.

And a sudden rush inside the body

A wave says 'Not any more'

'I can't stand this unreal pressure, the foreign liquid

The complicated mixture

Let there be some air, let there be some disgust and pain

Promise you won't do it ever again'

Another wave and it's all out

Jokes and camaraderie, fun and finish

Some pity and some good old water

The scratched throat, the dizzy brain,

The crooked friends but all are mine.

Some other day I'll break the promise and cross the limits