Drops from the faucet of emotion

Drops from the faucet of emotion
who shall I devote myself to????
The liquor bottle has become a best friend, yet a cheap and short
lasting one.....
Like premature ejaculation....I'm fed up with this temporary feeling of
pleasure and satisfaction..that just can't seem to bring me to
exstacy....
Tired of escaping a world of confusion....hurt feelings and emotions by
kissing the mouth of the bottle.....
My lips invite this alcoholic mind set...while my body enjoys this cheap
s**t...
Can I release my anger through poetry better then I could by punching a
wall....jumping on the tracks....or putting myself into a self induced
comma??
The common sense is yes....by my sense says f**k that...
But I'm a coward if I do all of the above except write a poem like this
one..
Aint no such thing as a get right quick pass when it comes to life and
its obstacles...
S**t I need one though....