The Morning After

As blessed as it is, fruit of the vine,
it manages to harbor a few curses.
Commanded to imbue by the Divine
in biblical refrains, chapter and verses,
we toast our celebrations with its spirit --
let no one doubt what that is all about --
then in the morning wish we weren't near it,
and on occasion with a bout of gout.
But everything, they say, in moderation.
Today, I'm feeling moderately blessed,
though cannot put a shoe on. In frustration,
I realize my blessings need a rest,
though if there is a way, I have the will.
Turns out, even for this, there is a pill.