The Alcoholic's Lament

“Excuse me, barkeep
This glass has a hole, I think
It seems that by the
Time you pour
I already need a new drink

What’s that? Drunk?
You think I’ve had plenty?
I assure you sir
I’ve quite a ways yet
To that proverbial
“one too many”

A lush? No sir,
I’m merely tolerant-
It simply takes me more
To forget what I want
And remember what I can’t

I just take a little more
To distance from my pain
I haven’t been here long enough
But I’ll leave in time
To walk home in the rain

So please, another refill
I’ll decide when I’m done
When it comes to losing yourself
All you can do is run
And run
And run

I tell you, friend
Sometimes it’s pretty rough
When one is far too many
And a hundred is never enough…”