Bottom of Bottle
At bottom of a glass of wine, finds truth
If he has a second, becomes uncouth,
If he has a third, he spits as he talks
Finally by 4th he wobbles as walks,
By the fifth can hardly stand, it’s his call
Just a drop left, let me finish it all,
The whore that is with him is just as bad,
Why do this, are they both insane, quite mad,
He has hit rock bottom, where to from now,
He feels himself slipping, and wipes his brow.
Submitting: To contest " Rhyming Couplets Poetry Contest"
Sponsor : Janice Canerdy
Date: 10/04/2021
Copyright © Jennifer Proxenos | Year Posted 2021
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