Fat Tuesday/Ash Wednesday


We all got scars

On soul or skin

In churches or bars

We all got sin

In the public eye

Or held within

Raise a glass

Sing a song

Go to mass

Hit the bong

This too shall pass

Before too long

You want redemption?

Not tonight friend

Tonight’s for wine

And vague memories

We all got wars

We all have lost

We all got scores

Of things they cost

Live today

Pray tomorrow

Find a way

To ease the sorrow

Sin not committed

Cannot be repented

The cycle repeated

As was intended


Remember that you are dust

To dust you shall return

Are we more than want and lust?

An engine designed to yearn

Repent, and believe in the Gospel

Even for the apostate and the apostle?

I repent to those I have done harm

Not to those who I do not know

I carry love for those now gone

As I await my time to go

Our 40 days come with no warning

They just arrive

Our 40 days feel much like mourning

You might survive

If it is too heavy to carry

Take it from the pack

If the weight of it overwhelms

Give it back

The intrinsic should not be surrendered

The extrinsic is not judgement rendered

The ashes on your forehead

Are forever made of you

Do not try to wash them away

Gene. G. McLaughlin 2015

Sometimes You Drink Yourself Sober

Sometimes you drink yourself sober

Facing the morning sun

Sometimes you could not be surer

The whiskey definitely won

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013

Boozing and Tweeting

Beer and tweeting on Sunday
Tossing ideas out at the stars
Should be productive in someway
But I love the sound and smell of bars

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013

I’m Gonna Have a Drink

I’m gonna have a drink
Let it wash over me
The way
You ain’t
Supposed to drink
Or at least
When no one sees
I’m gonna do some wrong
Let the night take its course
The path
You’re not
Supposed to choose
Or at least not
When you got something left to lose
I’m gonna cause a ruckus
My fists will speak my words
The way you’re
Not advised
To fight
Or least not
Over drunken slights
Eventually I’ll come to regretting
What I myself have done
They way
You only can
Wearing yesterday’s clothes
Looking blearily at the rising sun
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013