One More Drink Poem by stephanie varnadore

One more drink
Just to help me think.
One more smoke
So as to not choke.

What world could I be in
Where it was okay to sin?
I would love to live there
So I can be free of care.
Maybe that is where I should be,
In a quaint cottage by the sea.
Soaking up the sun with a bottle a rum
and smoking tobacco until I go numb.

One more drink
Just to help me think.
One more smoke
So as to not choke.

Only then would I be free,
Completely and totally free to be me.
With a spiced drink in my cup
And laying beside me my pup.
I think he looks like his father
Who never calls or bother
To upset our tranquil state
Even though it was only one date.

One more drink
Just to help me think.
One more smoke
So as to not choke.

I'm not sad about it at all
For I have a son that will stand tall.
Even at the age of ten
He is marvelous with a pen.
He is never loud
Even in a big crowd.
I truly love him so;
One day he will find his forever doe.