Drunkard

Dances like a four legged anywhere, while enjoying  

Runs like a three legged in rush to reach somewhere

Insanely sings aloud at midnight, causing big nuisance

No sentiments towards neighbors’ who are fast asleep

Kind enough to hurl abuses, if confronted with any fury

Feeble enough to fall down anytime while walking gingerly

Ends up sleeping somewhere unconscious but peaceful

Earns surprise wake up in the mornings sometimes

Boozing is an easy to learn, but hard to give up

Loved for their entertaining traits after drinks

Emerges as if nothing happened amidst ruins

Predictable antics on display after every session

Reserves lot of emotions inside heart unlike others

Eager to release all the stress into the sky of imagination

Drinks with devotion on all seasons, to celebrate or to mourn

Ill-fated past time that can turn fun into tears with deadly illness

Cruel passion that can run over the hapless pedestrians on streets

The cold-blooded alcohol runs through the veins, decides every move   

This poem is written on the prompts drink, feeble and predict for participating in threewordwednesday blog carnival. Images courtesy: Thanks to  images.webster-dictionary & catnkitten