Rage, rage against the dying light
Hands have not tears to flow.
An alcoholic is someone you don't like who drinks as much as you do.
I have just had eighteen whiskeys in a row. I do believe that is a record.
Though lovers be lost love shall not.
Don't be too harsh to these poems until they're typed. I always think typescript lends some sort of certainty: at least, if the things are bad then, they appear to be bad with conviction.