Fools and fancies

I anesthetized myself
with
fifteen pints of Olde English,
fuck good health
I’m going down.

But coming round when
the pounding in my head
reminds me that
I can’t be dead
is a drawback.

Yet
Olde English sounds so quaint,
believe me folks and yokels
it ain’t,
the locals where I live
give
free stretchers for the
wretches
just like me.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.