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The Dionysian by Mark Novak

Dec 7

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Fucking alcohol!  Forever fattening the calf,

Bloating my physique to have its final laugh!


It's not as if I even enjoy your nectars, all that much,

The off sense and balance-kiltering effects of its touch.


The scam you've presented in an empty calorie count

Pisses me off to no end.  It appears, to plainly amount


To the workings, the cunnings, of a common charlatan!

-But what's to be done, when one's a devotee of Dionysian


Religion??.. For I admire the craft of a skillful mixologist,

Color and flavor, borne from the eye and hand of an artist.


Paired with those culled, culinary cares of a creative chef,

And then, -what's to be done?.. -I surrender.  It is enough


To know when to say when.  Sadly then, you are again beaten..

For you should have known, - joyful devotee of the Dionysian.

Dec 7

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