Stupidity Poem by Sally A Mortemore

Do you have any young friends
asks the boy
his mouth filled with plums

Why
(am I so old
that youth would not befriend me)

I would ask you to come home
states the boy
his breath dredged in dust

Why
(am I too old
to say I will and follow)

Because you arouse me
slurs the boy
his eyes glazed in glass

(am I so old
that youth appears to fool me)

Alcohol betrays his consonants
and stupor fails his feet

You are drunk
(and I am sober)

You are young
(and I am older)

Go home
(as I am)

Go home
(alone)

Not that drunk
shouts the boy
and laughs.

Sally A Mortemore 2014