Chemical Optimist

You f*****g useless drunk.

There is nothing supplying oxygen to your brain-instead it is forced to fill the air pockets in the crevices of your skull-

The places where the walls have crumbled and the alcohol labotomized you-your personal venom,

as it took its toll.

 

It's a positive outlook, the light is bright from the light coming from your eye sockets,

skimming the surface of your poison-and glimmering through the ripples and air pockets-

you can't see down to the bottom, and tell me what's going on inside your head-

because if you tried to dive that far down, you'd coome back up dead.

 

I don't need a chemical optimist to tell me everything has been alright,

when in sobriety I've never wanted to wake from ever miserable dark night.

And I won't stand for a chemical optimist telling me their lies,

when alcohol has severed the nerves so they can't hear their own empty cries.

 

It's as superficial as the control you have over your brain-

suffocating it-drowning it and rotting out the things that hold you sane.

You f*****g intoxicated sperm donor-you can't paint with liquor,

and I'm more than through with your liquid reasoning getting sicker.

 

I don't need a chemical optimist to tell me everything has been alright,

when in sobriety I've never wanted to wake from ever miserable dark night.

And I won't stand for a chemical optimist telling me their lies,

when alcohol has severed the nerves so they can't hear their own empty cries.

Author's Note

Just kinda pissed off-grammar might not be the best.

Reviews

[raining]

hot cha cha
i love honesty and anger and dark unreasoned pissed-ness. this is awesome. a poem that is more than the usual. it is hot to touch and would bite me if i tried to enter its wellsprings.
thanks for sharing your b***h-held release.... raining (i keep typing rainking, maybe it is a sign to change my name) really is a good poem.