Kleenex brand 3-ply tissues
Work best to dam the
Snot that dribbles upon
My upper lip, and the
Tears that flow from
These blood-shot, onyx eyes,
As Jay Leno aims fruitlessly
To be witty, once again
But,
Bombay brand Sapphire gin
Works best to drown out the
Mourning filled nights,
Which creep, persistently
Through cracked windows
Of television-lit bedroom
Above the yaps from
Norm, the shih tzu next door
And I realize, that someday,
Due to my over consumption,
I'll have a bulbous, olive beast of a belly
Perched above a hungry penis
That I will no longer
Be able to view
Without the use of a mirror
And that's fine by me,
Because right now
My nose is red, raw and sore
From blowing too hard
And I'm damn tired of
All this emotional shit
While the belly'¦
Well, the belly remains as is,
Still modest and sort of flat,
Certainly eager for more libations
Maybe with a lime squeeze
Or a drop of lemon juice'¦
Yup,
Got plenty of gin
Chilling in the freezer,
But the tissue box is
Almost spent, close to empty
As I lay here again, angry and
Loaded at 11:39 p.m.
On a weekday night

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