I Shall Not Get Drunk Today

[Thoughtjotter]

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I shall not get drunk today,----(if it ain't serious,)only 99 bottles of beer in the fridge;
I haven’t the money anyway,
a half week before pay day,---and only 98 bottles of beer in the fridge;
and as I open up the frig,
I spy behind the lemon fizz,
just one small and tiny beer,---with 97 bottles of beer in the fridge;
pretending it’s not even there,
“I’m invisible it seems to say.”
No, I shall not get drunk today. who's next?

There’s yard work that I need do,
a big pile of doggie poo,
tools left by… I don’t know who.
When I open the garage door,
I see messy messes here galore,-- could be a sign of a GREAT Poet; to create a virgin cliche "messy messes here galore"
sitting there upon the floor,
today I think I won’t be bored,
and in my will I will not sway.
No, I shall not get drunk today.

I’m going good, worked up a sweat,
though I’m not nearly half done yet,
but soon I think, yes soon I’ll bet.
Overheated, yes I think,
a glass of water from the sink,
opening the frig I say “Oh dear!”
Without a pal, there is that beer,
friends he needs to make him cheer’,
so to the store I’ll make my way.
“God damn! I shall get drunk today!”




This isn't worth a serious work-shopping, but there is plenty wrong with it. Poor thing, needs someone's help. Inspired by the poem of the day(though not nearly so good), "Ballade of Suicide" by G. K. Chesterton. His is in five, mine barely makes four.

–Erthona

©2014

I have read Your more serious poems and will endeavor to learn enough to offer worthy feedback. Until that time, I appreciate this lighter side of the wonderful world of poetry.
When I am down to my last beer, consider it yours,
R T