Day 152

Today's words:

Traffic light
Cocktail
Knife
Doctrine
Parliament
Fairy

The traffic light
Turned red and he slammed on the brakes. He wanted a cocktail
So bad it felt like he was being stabbed with a knife.
This no drinking doctrine
Was killing him. He lit up a Parliament - 
At least he could still smoke. He wished a good fairy

Would make it OK to drink.  He wanted a visit from the Alcohol Fairy.
The traffic light
Turned green and he drew on his Parliament
Wishing it were a cocktail.
He'd like to stab whoever invented this doctrine
With a knife.

Next, he'd take a knife
To whatever evil fairy
Had cursed him to follow this doctrine.
His life was like a traffic light
Stuck on red, meaning no cocktail,
Ever. He'd like the parliament

To pass a law. The parliament
Should make drinking mandatory. You could knife
Anyone who refused you a cocktail.
Some evil fairy
Must have been controlling the traffic light - 
It turned red, stranding him outside a bar. The doctrine

Wasn't helping him now. Screw the doctrine, 
And screw this Parliament.
The traffic light
Turned green, but he made a knife-
Edge turn into the parking lot instead. Maybe a good fairy
In there would pour him a cocktail.

What's one cocktail
Anyway? He was sure the other followers of the doctrine
Wouldn't even care. He saw his fairy
There behind the bar, as he stubbed out the Parliament
And went in. His thirst was a knife
And the neon flashed traffic light

Colors. He sipped his cocktail and lit another Parliament.
He thought of cutting the doctrine out with a knife.
He smiled at the drink fairy and gazed out at the traffic light.