ANIMALE

When I drink too much I’m as bulletproof as a Sacred cow

and my IQ rises to match a swollen ego that somehow

makes me seem smarter than an old smart ass barn owl.

I guess that’s why my ex-friends shout and spout like whale,

“infinitesimal irreconcilable incomprehensible unimaginable

unintelligible indefatigable incommunicable inconsiderable

unmanageable unconscionable unpalatable uncontrollable

mythological hypocritical ANIMALE!”


Feeling real down my lost dignity’s nought to be found though I’ve loosed the hounds

so humming a dirgy tune I swim by light of moon to the brim of the vessel.

Lips meet barrel, open the hatch and without a catch swiftly into the bilge flows the swill

now sinking I frown as perhaps I’m to drown in my very own sea of sorrows.

Close to rock bottom now a bully calls me an unconsecrated cow – no bull!

I’ve had enough of the swill and the guff so it’s time to reveal the real me

and to my surprise with a meteoric rise I breach higher than ever before

to come down with a thundering clap – no bull!

Had you a magnification aid for a glimpse of my appendage you’d say

“I get it now, that ANIMALE is a bull not a cow – no bull!”





© David Girard 19/01/20

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