Are You Still Drinking Poem by James McLain

Out with it she said
between white vodka and yellow bourbon
I ask.
Before D.N.A.
that I left all over the sheets
twords the bottom in the middle one spot.
Age has caught up with me
she twiddles her thumbs, she said out with it
if I try
will she leave me alone with some wine.
Cigarette burns cover the sheets
those are mine she brings her own there's
nothing to say I slumber on.
She likes strawberry tootsie pops those on the
end of white sticks.
They give me gas it's the sugar that makes
me fart those wet juicy ones
from experience where I know I am safe
from the dark side.
She climbs on top more boring sex is all that I
have to look forward to.
It falls out I turn back over why the shadow
that I followed turned out to be
nothing more than the trollop that I from the alley
let in to my bedroom last night.