Everyone likes to drink alcohol…
No, not me.
For once, all the spirits are overpriced,
Which makes man waste his day wage
On some grog, that is bitter on most occasions,
Unless, spiced up or made fruity.
As I sip an Irish Bailey, that my wife gives me
As I look at that bottle, selling a beverage that is only a step
Away from Ice Coffee, and still
Is 10 times, the selling price.
And drunk, what is it, but a little punchy lullaby
That sloths all your senses, selling spells of imbalance,
Making something nauseating appear
The following morning,
When you’re almost a clothes hanger,
Shoulders droopy, and feeling like a truck has run through you,
While your organs are like a scattered jigsaw puzzle
That is trying its best, to fit them all back.
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Dr Dilantha Gunawardana graduated from the University of Melbourne, as a molecular biologist, and moonlights as a poet. He currently serves as a Senior Lecturer in the Department of Botany, University of Sri Jayewardenepura. Dilantha lives in a chimeric universe of science and poetry. Dilantha’s poems have been accepted for publication /published in HeartWood Literary Magazine, Canary Literary Magazine, Boston Accent, Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry, Zingara Poetry Review, The Wagon and Ravens Perch, among others. Dilantha too has two anthologies of poetry, 'Kite Dreams' (2016) and 'Driftwood' (2017), both brought to the readership by Sarasavi Publishers, and is working on his third poetry collection (The Many Constellations of Home). Dilantha’s pet areas of teaching and research, include, Nitrogen Fixation, RNA biology, Phytoremediation, Agricultural Biology, and Bioethics & Biosafety. Dilantha blogs at – https://meandererworld.wordpress.com/ -, where he has nearly 2000 poems.
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