A Squib Should Not Be Glib, for example.
A lottery ticket is a little license to dream big (weekly renewal required).
Bypass the body; go for the mind.
The fruit is delicious; can't eat the rind.
Our animal selves want to be comfy.
The demons want all the comfort for themselves.
The angels want to spread it 'round the camp.
From which metaphorical ailment do I need a cure?
Blindness, leprosy, paralysis....or am I simply dead?
Yes, it's too late to shut the gate when the horse has bolted.
But leave it open. He may return for dinner.
Getting drunk is an intimate act, the beloved and I become one.
But I'll stand o'er the drain, an ache in my brain.
With a bad case of drinker's regret.