Sad Poems : Alcoholic Poet: Caveat Emptor Sad Poetry.

Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Thursday 11/24/2005 11:29:00 PM

The first drink is always free. The second has a small price. And thereafter, steadily the cost increases while the product is diminished.

Life isn't a highway. It's an engine. All those moving parts need lubrication. It comes in many forms. Under many labels at varying expense.

And every so often, after so many miles, you need to change it.

Otherwise all that friction will grind it down inside until it makes a lot of noise, but doesn't go anywhere.

The first drink is always free. But after that the price you pay depends upon how much you want it. Caveat Emptor. Let the buyer beware.

You tend to get just what you paid for in ways you never imagined.

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