Poem found in notebook, untitled

Unlashed from the mast,
cocky with Grin-
Only to tottle starboard,
grasping.

Hope relegated to knuckles,
white flashes shock closed eyes.
The Moment awaits,
grinning in return.

[Quickly scribbled at one point in the day when I was around a specific person. About us all (oh growing up) as well as our(my) uncanny ability to both be interested in someone and hope for a certain extent of failure to go their way. I didn't want to title this one. Surprised at my own staccato form, I must have been super involved.]

Drunk men are like helpless Puppies

I see this
(oh and the awkward pauses are questionable but worth ignoring, I suppose the creator really wanted the audience to relate to points in the song?)



and I am reminded of this



The struggle is just epic. I found myself cheering drunk man on, just knowing KNOWING if he only flipped on to his stomach, all would be well. Kudos to the guy who put Lux Aeterna with this, it brings the lulz. And I know half of you out there are thinking "Yeah, I've been there."