The Tradition

Swollen eyelids
Like a man I read about
Marmeladov.
Marmelade.
A sweet man.

But his addiction is mine, too.
He ruined himself.
Hurt his own family.
His heart is my hero,
His curse mine as well.

A glass at noon
Don't wait for 3
The thirst intensifies
With every passing hour.

My father was the same way.
Lush was he.

And as i pick up the bottle,
My heart is happy.
Jack, Jameson, Skyy
The crew is all here.