Wish I Could Remeber Poem by Wes Wilbur

I'm going to see my girl today,
need to take the edge off so I'll have a drink.
One drink turned into two or three,
still, the whole bottle was much too easy.

I used to write her poetry,
now she won't even give me the time of day.
This much drinking never pays, but I'm all out of ideas
so let's get wasted.

Called my buddy last night.
Words were slurring almost couldn't speak.
He asked me 'What did you do? '
'Not much, just hanging with the boys in blue.
And could you please help me get home? '

I think I need a drink again,
all this liquor is getting over my head.
Feels like an epiphany.
I think I just foresaw my own death.
At least if I can find it at the bottom of this last bottle,
burried below all the rest.

Definitely need a cigarette.
My heads clear enough to know my girl just left,
and the massive fine I'll probably get.
Open up the refridgerator,
is there anything left?