Lower Bunk Karma Poem by Saiom Shriver

He described to his listener
being in the army, coming
back to his barracks drunk
climbing to the top bunk.

He awoke as his
buddy in the bottom bunk
complained that the
vomit was dripping down
onto him.

He looked over the side
and saw it also dripping
onto the floor and in
it his money was swimming.

That was the last time
he ever took a drink.

Then there was the woman
at an AA lead who
said she woke up
screaming at the people
who were invading her
bedroom until she
realized that with too
much to drink she'd
fallen asleep in
the elevator.

This writer was told
by a psychic that I
once died of alcoholism
in a French gutter.