Sometimes I feel like I should have been a country music songwriter. I seem to have a knack for taking a serious subject and twisting it into a chuckle. I was not even drinking when I wrote this poem:

Day Drinkin’

The bar is open,
The sun aglow.
A shot glass raised,
“Look out below.”

Over the lips,
And down the hatch.
Trying to get through,
Another rough patch.

The numbness helps,
The sadness gone.
I’ll keep this up,
Until it’s dawn.

I’m upset,
Can’t see straight.
Lost my love,
Filled with hate.

The whiskey soothes,
Another please.
The pain inside,
It seems to ease.

As I sit here,
Day Drinkin’.
It often leads to,
Late night thinkin’.

Bad ideas,
Destructive views.
It’s never easy,
Being in my shoes.

The sun goes down,
I’m all alone.
I try to call her,
On my phone.

Is she out again,
With him tonight?
While I’m becoming,
A sorry sight.

Thoughts get hazy,
The bottle gone.
And I wake up,
On someone’s lawn.

When morning comes
I then start thinkin’.
If I were smart,
I would quit drinkin’.

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