The Art of Supression

The intellect questions the questions

As I pour another drink

The bottle is empty but there is another in the cupboard

& they question my intellect!

Thunder moves in

The noise deafens but does not defeat me

I turn the music louder

My thoughts are still with me

As I pour another drink

I can hear them laughing

I turn the music louder

The vibrations fill my body

I must remember to pay those bills

I pour another drink

I hear them knocking at the door

I turn the music louder

Fuk!

I forgot I gave them a key

I push a chair up to the door like they do in the movies

Try & get in now you bastards!

I pour another drink

I can’t hear them anymore

I knew I could make them fuk off

Nosey fuking bastards

I pour the last drink

I sit in silence

I close my eyes

Tomorrow I better go buy another bottle

So I can’t let them in