I think I have had

too much port wine

I shall give you what you demand

Doing something unprecedented

Your poetic wishes are my command

–

I donot how I got this ability

to mess up words like a dance

But given enough time I shall

break my way in your mind,

even with half a chance

–

I think life is lovely,

I think too much I think

Too many times beauty passed me by

While I succumbed to the urge to blink

That  was your cue to think

–

Port wine, great movie and solitude

make a dangerous drug for

creatives to overdose on

you may struggle or you may succeed

but when drunk I am the Don

–

how can I end this sentence

end the song without

letting you down

I know all the tricks, all the cuts

omniscience makes lines on my pretty forehead frown

–

ah I know I end with a toast

lest these ramblings

end up like a comic roast

a toast my dear to the unknown reader

devouring eyes, literary feeder

–

a toast to port wine

not

too expensive

rouge colored but

tastes just fine