Bbar Thinking Poem by Barry A. Lanier

Usually I never drink on Mondays
Cos Monday's the day for my health
But my pet dog's sick and hurting
I've just got to take care of myself

If the river was made of fine whiskey
And I, just an plain, ordinary duck
I'd swim my way to the bottom
Drinking myself all the way back up

Loving all the you done me wrong tunes
Cigarette smoke among carpets of stale beer
Cigar tunes and straight gin skies above
Two more drinks and I'll shed a tear

Sometimes I feel like I'm the Devil
In between me and a deep blue sea
Looking like another tequlia sunrise
Is right where I'm going to be