Sticks And Stones

Sticks and stones
do break bones
but words
last so much
longer,
the mouth
is  an
inflictor
of
pain
that has
grabbed
poor
souls
by their
emotional
hair,
and dragged
them
to the
living dark
tomb of
addiction,
it's always
been
so,
for booze
has had
thousands
of
birthdays,
and been
invited to
millions,
the nectar
for the
thirsty,
parched
tongues
of pain
and
distress,
and
wilted
hearts,
dry
as
jerky,
who's daily
routine
is figuring
out how
to
function,
after years
and years
of bearing
the sharp
darts
of harsh
mean
words,
wine is
just
like
air