vodak

Vodak

There is a man who drinks vodka from jam jars.

He's the smart one.

No need to use glasses.

Simply eat the jam then wash the jar.

Use the lid when you're going places.

Moonshine style.

Adding to the liquor memory.

Making history with each drink.

Living each time you experience the firewater.

Loving what it does to you.

Where it takes you.

Away from the sewer you call home.

Making you forget your forsaken family.

Who won't talk to you.

Moving on from your old evil friends.

You're dead to them and their world.

The storm drain is your home.

Same temperature all year round.

You catch fish in the nearby stream.

Eat sewer rats when it freezes over.

Drink homemade vodka to keep warm and forget.

Made in the small still you built.

Old aircraft parts given new life.

Your life isn't perfect.

You live alone underground.

Have only your dog called Sam.

A stash of vodka, some old clothes and memories.

And when you witness the bombs fall on distant cities.

You'll say, I'm fine and happy here. I escaped the rat race with their greed.

You, the vodka drinking tramp.

But be warned, your head says.

The small stream runs past the city.

Head to high ground before radiation gets you.

For even you need fresh water.

Pack up your still and wander afresh.

Look for a cave that belongs to you.

One near the snow line.

Then make vodka and trap animals.

Eat fish from a mountain lake.

And remember who you are.

Are you what you want to be?

You the survivor, only one left.

Vodka free and cabin fever happy.

Screaming at the wind while watching the clouds.

Is each one a spirit from the dead cities?

Jealous of your escape.

The wise old tramp who beat the world.

Who lives one with nature and vodka.

Free free free at last.

Now with nothing to fear but his own death.