another sip

and lo
the fool sipped
from
a battered clay mug

the most exquisite
cocktail
of neurochemicals
with a fragrant bouquet
of intoxicating
sorrow
layered depression

he had had his fill
long
long ago

yet damned idiot
he is

he lifts the mug
for another sip

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