Pages

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Cold Turkey or Bust

Just one last time,
One last sip.
The faucet is off,
I only want the drip.

The drop was sweet,
glazing, not greedy.
It isn't all bad,
it isn't all that I'm needing.

It's a hobby, harmless,
a wet vegetator.
Twist the faucet just a bit,
don't be a hater.

It's not very much everyday;
A few sips in a cup.
It won't take me again,
I totally know what's up.

Leave me alone.
I can drink what I want.
Everyone's got something.
It's not like I flaunt.

So I bought a hose.
It makes it easier to drink.
So I thirst a lot more.
It's not as bad as you think.

Fine! Ok! Whatever!
I have a problem, I know.
Yes, ok, I promise.
I'll let it go. But. . .

Just one last time,
One last sip.
The faucet is off,
I only want the drip.

No comments:

Post a Comment