Drunken Chance

Just one drink, I said, just one.
But one just leads to another and another
And somewhere in the bottled parade
I find a desperate need for pussy,
A woman sidles up and we negotiate
We leave the bar and, impatient
I take her hard and fast, barebacked
Up against a dark and lonely wall.
Cold, she takes her money and departs.
The morning light brings sanity, clarity
The doctor shakes his head, takes blood
And stone cold sober I await the verdict.