Last Call
Last call for alcohol inside the bar.
He then got up and stumbled to his car.
While driving home, he read somebody’s text,
and then he got to thinking about sex.
His drinking and his texting were but two
of many things he loved too much to do.
And so he thought he’d dial home to his wife,
crashed into a pole and lost his addict’s life.
Dec. 23, 2020 for Rob Levasseur's "Addiction Poetry Contest"
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2020
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