An intoxicated man comes home.
He places his half empty bottle of beer on the wooden table.
He places his worries on the sofa.
He fills the air with a thick smell of Castle Lite dashed with sadness.
He drowns all the noise from the busy neighbourhood.
He sips on the half-full bottle of depression.
He lets out all the shebeen energy as he takes a deep sigh.
I’ve seen it all but never have I seen an intoxicated man.
Remembering to change his clothes before he soaks himself in a bathtub of fresh chakras and hope for a sober tomorrow.