I saw them eat, then drank

Red-wined christians

from Subreddit suburbs

praised by the moon and its sharks

The moon looked at me

And told me to sleep

I always eat soup with the dead

I‘m the biggest, drunkest loser

In this quiet, sober city

If this is good

Then this is bad, I guess

I‘ll never fall apart

A harvest reaped is often sown

Many years before

I never ate

I saw them eat

it always looked delicious