Drunk

Drunk

a Poem by Raquel Swann

One drink, two drinks,

three

Forth, then a fifth,

I’ll become the real

me.

I stutter, stammer,

One more makes

Six.

Out of my own mind,

No more lies, nor

Tricks.

Rum and coke,

Of course, tally at

Seven.

The sun just went down

And it’s barely,

Eleven.

How will I drive,

Where are my

Keys?

It doesn’t matter

Someone just poured,

Eight.

World is spinning,

And I’m still feeling

Great!

Dancing, prancing,

Oops a shot makes

Nine.

Look in the mirror,

Damn gurl,

I look –

Fine!

I’m almost at my limit,

Then a Buttery Nipple,

Is

10.

Stumbling, Uber

Tomorrow night,

I’ll do it,

Again.

One day,

I won’t need those,

Drinks.

Until then,

Being sober really, truly,

Stinks.

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