The King of Hell (on a friend's drinking problem)

complacent to the utmost lost inside a dream
dismal as a swamp that used to be a stream
living in a bottle the jinni of the South
drinking up his life fearful of a drouth . . .

a slave of many masters yet only one of all
can make him squirm and whimper and be a total thrall
the mistress of his lonely enscapsulated id
she drives him with her power to do her every bid . . .

pleased to be a vassal heaping tolls upon her throne
fatigued yet still enraptured so thrilled to be her drone
when his strengths are wasted and nothing is his all
she will sneer and exit saying "if I want you I will call."

1997