Just one beer, seemed a good idea
Until it led to another.
Two led to three, numbed as need be
Pushing bad thoughts undercover.
Bad dreams, restless sleep
Self-forgotten and forlorn again.
This morning I’m sneezing, my mind madly reeling
Yet nothing outside seems changed.
I feel half of myself, just fragments of health
Left from the progress I’d made.
Why can’t I duly, do the things that are truly
On the path of a life lived unafraid.
Why do I write this? It was only three drinks
And others can have that that with lunch!
So I’m going to stop whining, and practice declining
Perhaps (for me) some is always too much.
by Lena Britnell
28-06-18 but could be any goddamn day
