I've been thinking...about
doing some drinking...
but if I already had...
I wouldn't have these thoughts
...about pickling my brain with
the booze I bought.
I'd set it aside for another time;
like cleaning that rusty bike chain
all covered in slime; or when my wife
left me for my dog and took my last dime.
O the sweet humanity of it all;
it's so quiet and lonely at night
without my dog's bawls.
It was heavenly music to my ears as
I downed beer after beer after beer
after beer.
Well...I reckon my chicken could stand
a good chokin' so best stand clear.
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Author:
Michael A. McGuire (
Offline) - Published: August 10th, 2026 05:55
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Comments2
A fun read that mixes past loss with humor. Well done
Poor chook
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