<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471549" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thank You For The Drink</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As you percolated through the sieves<br>With an impassive watchfulness -<br>A sentry intoxicated by distress <br>For a comrade's fluttering sense<br>I waved my wrist noncommittally <br>And dragged my panacea wistfully<br>Dispensing your endeavors futilely<br>For you, and the rest of my everybody<br>Is my artillery, my only affinity left<br>And I will not tarnish you with my disease<br>I shall keep you unstained and purged<br>From my awry and foible soliloquy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So fret not for my erratic smiles<br>For I will soon succumb to your lulls<br>And wrought not your fist to rubble<br>Staring daggers at my tormenters<br>Because my demons are selfishly mine<br>And my lugubrious suppurations <br>Will soon decay like everything<br>Girdled by beauty - these ephemeral things<br>That slid from my fervent grip; <br>Haul not a defense for me<br>For the things that devoured my faith<br>Are the things that still hold it<br>Dislimned by the charades<br>Augmented with this blind harlequinade</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With all the lost perchance I've seen<br>I have learned to subsist inside a bastion<br>Disembogued of the effluent phantasms<br>That cloyed the bountiful fingers<br>Flimsily holding the floodgates inside</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is not my decline to your exhuming<br>This is I shoving you away from the putrefaction<br>Skylarking inside the vaults of my shadows<br>Tis' I veiling a safeguard unto my cards<br>So when I can gamble once more<br>I will hold you in my hands<br>Without the dire need to shuffle</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For now, I thank you for the beer, <br>The inebriation and the nights<br>Spinning over bottles and smokes<br>The concatenating links that groped<br>Hard to haul me out of this mire <br>And all that was thin to be seen<br>By the eyes of the treacherous world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471549" data-title="Thank You For The Drink de Norman Santos" data-description="As you percolated through the sieves With an impassive watchfulness - A sentry intoxicated by distress For a comrade's fluttering sense I waved my wrist noncommittally And dragged my panacea wistfully Dispensing your endeavors futilely For you, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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