Choose Your Poison Poem by Dean Meredith

So...
You wanna get
Fucked up
On a scale
Of one to ten
Where one is
A little tipsy
And ten is
Dead
What will it be?
Pick a number
And make it count
Don't be flippant
I'm reasonably
Serious
How sharp?
Is the edge
You're looking for
Bread knife
Or razor blade
The dull scratch
Or a nice
Clean slice
Clocks are ticking
But don't be
Rushed
By cold hands
And unseeing
Faces
Choose your poison
Carefully
Another crossroad
Take your time