Poetry is FUN! -- PART V
 

Suspected of Misconduct

Did you say a year was
all that I can last? Is
(if I drink a fifth) now
all that you have thought of?
Am I still investment grade? Why
do you still remain? So,
there is yet a moment. Life,
outside these recent urgencies
of take-me-to-the-toilet-bowl,
may yet assert a lucid "Hi".
To the observant Sober Cats,
who live in Ready-to-Deny,
I say I am a drunkard. That's
enough pretension for today.
And if I were to walk the line,
they'd say I was okay.



24 February, 2002