I'm probably too drunk to write
so I won't sit and fight
nothing happened today
that would give me something
to write anyway.
My girlfriend loves me
and I have that to look forward to
and when I wake up tomorrow
I'll go to her sister's game
and cheer from the bleachers
like some maniac
scaring away pain
But what is the pain?
Was it trauma from childhood?
Was I born with it?
Whiskey stopped the thinking
let the drinking take its course
and mend my heart
full of discourse.