Drunk In Public Poem by Sukhee Bukhbat

Drinking happens when I am happy,
Drinking continues when I am sad.
That’s all from my experience.
That’s all I’ve been doing.

While being drunk in private, bar or home,
I can swallow it as much as you want.
Even the law lets me do that.
And I love to do it by the law.

When I am on my way home,
Pretending that I am ok,
I look like a stop sign for cops.
I appreciate that, thanks for your attention.

While having smiley mask on my face,
I get questioned by the police.
Drunk in public, they called it.
Myself, I am private, I answered.

Having a good time, they asked.
Really good, even with cops, I answered.
That’s what drunk in public is.
That’s what they call.

I had no hesitation to say anything.
But I might regret later.
I regretted before, I don’t want to do it again.
Then they let me go home, sweet home.

Help me, help me, and let me be me.
Help me, help me, and let me be drunk in public.
I am just on my way home.
My beautiful wife and kids are waiting for me.

Think about it again.
Regret it again boy.