Quatrain of Absinthian - 1227 - Yorktown Disciple

Quatrain of Absinthian

Absinthian - a liqueur

1.
'O, thy absinthian, with just a
touch of wormwood for the
palate,

'Tis the taste of moral bitterness
that leaves thy mind to
waste,

I have sought to keep my judgment
in tact as I look for a
mallet,

'Tis you I find guilty of betrayal
and my ruling cannot be
erased.

2.
I am the judge of moral will and
all that is duly confined
within,

I know a sinner when I see one,
I shall call it with the duty of
spirit,

Life is too short to ignore thy
liquored ways and mind bending
spin,

'Tis you, the fornicator of wanton
knowledge, who is now without
merit.

3.
I loved you when I was young with
every breath I could
take,

Alas, thy willingness to lay wasted
drinking habits into a mental
blur.

Left me no choice but to find
in favor of the wishes of a holy
mistake.

You have taken your final drink -
the final word - your last taste of
liqueur.

Yorktown Disciple
2001