Sadly Sedated

Filling his head with doubts
smoke filling up his lungs
scratching his head
he thought about his grocery list

a whole length of needful things
listed in a piece of paper
he couldn't buy them
he lost his money

did he drink his market money
or gave it to the tired whore
who might have serviced Elvis
or even John Wayne

He spat at the ground
he hated himself for his weakness
wine woman and poker
he hated to go home

his babies crying for milk
and his woman have lost
all her loving for him
shit! He needed another drink.