Drunken Writers

by joetwo

Oh what words we weave through drink-sodden eyes
Placing them in whatever pattern makes sense
Deciding on a whim to change everything, kill a character
Always popular
But by then consideration of others is long-gone
And while the perception is of philosophical brilliance
That is far from the wavey reality.
Incoherant ramblings made print
Mysterious? Yes!
But deep as a puddle
The drunken writer
Long may we confuse those who dare read