Care Less, care for free
gusty gales traveling the oak and the ash,
and, the unrefined.
Such are the intoxicants that take my mind off me.
Indeed a drug for free.
As unsettled as a whisper in the breeze.
As virtuous as children at the fair.
Life well rounded, near a crowded town square.
Always an inebriate it will be
The rebirth come spring.