I Am Not A Bar Fly Poem by Linda I. Weischedel

Hanging out and getting drunk in a bar
is who YOU are.
What you need to see is that isn't me,
so for this and a few other things I need to set you free.

Sitting there drinking with my butt on a stool,
getting drunk acting stupid
is only making me out to be a fool,
and the whole time I think I am being cool.

Having enough booze in me....
I went ahead and had the gall
to step up and place a telephone call,
I don't remember the exact words I said,
now I have to deal with her anger
in my heart and in my head.

This is not my life style, the bar isn't my place,
I feel like such a disgrace,
when I get the chance my close friend
I will tell you this to your face.