Treasure Island

John F. McCullagh

(09/28/1954 / Flushing)

Waxing Poetic


I don’t drink any more,
This I freely confess.
Drinking too much
makes ones whole life a mess.

For when I drink too much
I’m a maudlin bore,
and as often as not
I wind up on the floor.

It’s hard to make waves
Or make a big score
When one for the road
means two or three more.

I don’t drink any more
But I think you can guess
My not drinking more
Means I’m not drinking less.

Submitted: Friday, April 04, 2014

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Sometimes muses come in a bottle topped with red wax. I'll plead the fifth on this one.

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