A free identity with every litre

 
drink to excess
drunk you’re a mess
 
if only
 
I smoke alcohol
it saves on the glasses,
they say that girls make passes
at boys who save glasses
 
if that’s true
where are they?
 
Sunday
I smell liquor on the vicar
the sermon is a shambles,
drunk
the vicar rambles on about
some giant on a cross
 
at a loss to explain
I roll a champagne
and
if you’re going to smoke
it might as well be the best.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.