I find all drunks threatening

They upset my equilibrium

They are unpredictable

Irrational

And ..

I seem to be a flypaper for drunks.

‘It’s awesome’

That’s what they would say.

But they use words lightly.

They don’t see mountains, trees and skies

The wonder in a child’s eyes.

The majesty of a giraffe and the grace of a deer

The pure pleasure in an ice cold glass of beer.

‘Awesome’ is something transient to them

Not a lasting thing, not a lasting memory

It is something they haven’t done and didn’t think of

It lives and dies in a moment

It does not exist through the ages

It earns wages

It is the cleverness of someone else

It is truly awesome in it’s triviality!