Merry Drinking Poem by Sarah Sisson

I drink to be merry. I'm merry I think?
It's hard to live clearly when I'm on the brink...

...of one more rough bender. A castaway night
that my friends do fear when I drink my shots right.

Yet another person I become when drunk.
It's not very pretty. My behavior stunk.

But before that happened I was filled with mirth.
It only took a shot to ruin the nights worth.

That one drink I savored; the next one I downed.
And my joyous memory of that drink drowned...

...a night that could have been a happy fun time.
But I went off deep. After that I was blind...

...by sweet wine and one hundred proof spirits. My
goal was to embarrass myself and well, why

does this happen to me? I feel I'm alone.
I wake up to find someones carried me home.

Copyright 01-31-2009 Sarah Sisson