Author's Commentary
Times are frustrating.
I hate being under 21.
Let me have
a beer with lunch.
I’ll forget that
I was miserable before
and in an hour or so,
I’ll be miserable again.
And until that
slight slight buzz
wears away,
time will move just
a little bit faster.
Tomorrow will come sooner,
and though that will be
another discontenting day,
I can have another beer,
another reprieve,
with tomorrow’s lunch.
And the next day,
the next lunch,
the next beer.
Someday soon,
I know,
things will turn around.
“Would you like a drink, sir?”
Just water, thanks
But for now,
allow me a little
ale for my ails.