Least Read Poems About Alcohol

Am
      a
         dam
                mad
                         dame
Mead
         made
                   me
                         meadium
                                         rare
Not
      meadiocre!

by Jemia

Masquerade Ball at Mardi Gras

    Mr. Baumgartner was an older man with a receding hairline, light complexion, and a thin black mustache like Hitler’s. He was a predator with pale blue eagle eyes. Mr. Baumgartner said, half-jokingly, that if he hadn’t been a writer he would have been president or a messiah.
    Mr. Baumgartner stood in the large room that took up the whole side of the house facing the street. He looked at the print of the Mona Lisa, Da Vinci’s perfect woman. Then he looked at his wife and sighed.
    His wife had grey hair, wore glasses with coke bottle...