Call Me When You're Sober

                       Call Me When You're Sober

Drunken fumblings, inebriated pawing,

They only ever touch you when they're

Three sheets and sailing. But you let them.

Craving the attention, the admiration

But certainly not the respect.

You let them use you then disguard you,

An unwanted toy.

You're a junkie,

Desperate for the next temporary fix.

Reviews

[Marcus]

Another great poem, Jenfar!

[Legion]

disguard - discard

I've met people like this. A good description if I've ever read one. Kudos.