Happy St. Patrick's day to anyone who is sober.

Tainted are their lips,
screaming stories of corruption,
stained and burned,
dark and damp.
When left is right and right is left,
upside down is rightside up,
I am still standing on solid ground.
And through their shot glasses,
their long neck bottles,
their red plastic cups,
and their crushed silver cans,
I see the world invert.