A Very Unmerry St. Patrick's Day

I want to draw
a picture
of a girl drowning
a big rock roped
around her left foot
as she tries to swim
to the surface
she just sinks further down.

Why do people
like to lie?
I hate it as I
do it all the time
you know
make something up
to hide something else
why do people
like to lie?
I don’t know and
I do it all the time.

I once wished to have
a poem
written about me
scripted by a love
or a lost love.
Later I learned
I am never
the good guy
in those poems.

Today is
St Patrick’s Day.
I have the luck
of the Irish.
It's all bad.

I walked to work
thought about the
drawing

Knew I couldn’t
draw it
but maybe
I could write it.

I’m not an artist
not even a poet
if there is a blunt here
baby
I’ll smoke it.