Booze Hound.

I'm a raging alcoholic,

but in a functional sort of way.

the liquor at night is quicker

but pints keeps me moving 

throughout the day.

I still get shit done though, 

sometimes I do a lot

but I swear I feel my liver quiver

as I consume my 8th shot

by four o' clock

remembering, I forgot 

breakfast but continue on anyways

with a belly full of rot.

I stuff my laces in my shoes 

and drag my feet as I head out.

Mouthwash and cigarettes

hiding any hint of booze

as I breathe out 

a strange combination of 

guilt and comfort

from my tarnished mouth.

Hidden in plain sight,

a booze hound by both:

Day and Night.

Will my demon overcome my

Will function in society?

Will this depressant slowly

erode me?

Will I succumb

to those few individuals that

strive to deprive me?

I don't know.

Let me finish this drink

and then come sit beside me

I'll tell you a bit about how I think

and why my inner demon,

Will never define me.