One Too Many

“I woke up dragging feet

Regret, and alcoholic breathe.

Danced the waltz of last night’s mistakes

Wondered whether I know this place.

Should I recognise this face?

 

We smooth

The cracks

That our existence leaves

With substance.

 

We do not abuse,

We fix ourselves with slurred words

And ‘have you heard’s’?

Transform ourselves from man

To someone who might just have a plan.

 

Sir,

We are not here to stir trouble,

We only wish to send ourselves to sleep.

To wash away,

to another shore line, sure line?

I will not be your criminal.

I have the right to remain silent.”