Paper Bag

( a Quatern )
 
I can’t write my way out a paper bag,
I don’t recall my having a stiff drink.
If I’m inebriated, it’s a drag;
For being drunk means having fun, you think?
 
The angel on my right announced “For shame!”
I can’t write my way out a paper bag!
“What were you thinking on that holy day?”
I don’t remember, everyone went stag!
 
The devil on my left said,  “What a hag.
Don’t hear her, just listen to what I say.”
I can’t write my way out a paper bag!
Do you know what I did, ma’m, on that day?
 
“Don’t call me that it tends to gross me out.”
By being here does that mean a red flag?  
“I’m not the real thing I’m just a scout.
I can’t write my way out a paper bag!”
 
 
 
#NaPoWriMo2019
 
Day One of Thirty
NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2019