Time At The Bar Poem by Michael John Cook

Not in this bottle
Now empty and of no use
I'll drink till I find it
Or at least that's my excuse
It eases the pain
Helps me forget my troubles
My memory fades
With each mouthful of tiny bubbles
I'm not even drunk
You've seen me worse than this
Who's round is it
I feel like getting pissed
I might already be
But I can sink another few
Just watch me
I feel like I'm entertaining you
I won't remember this
So it makes it all ok
But I've let you down
I shouldn't act in such a way
I'm better than this
And I know that you agree
I will prove it to you
And better still, prove it to me