HAPPY HOUR

Have a drink

Happy hour

 

Night scene at a night club

Clatter chatter of endless words

As I Approach the counter

The bartender gives me a glass

Slowly, but surely,

I quickly down it for another.

Hoping I can control.

The insanity of every action,

Now that I’ve had too many

 

Knowing one is never enough.

Rarely do I see doubles.

How lucky can I get,

 this for the price of one.

You know I’m on a roll

As soon as I hit the floor

I’m no longer in good standing.

as I’ve lost all hope.

Until I have another drink.

That keeps the  door,

 

revolving.

When will it all end.

If Only I could close it

And give the key to god.

 

By Mauricio Montoya

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Drinking has been one of many problems in my life so I decided to confront this by writing about it.

Reviews

[Elizabeth]

"As soon as I hit the floor
I’m no longer in good standing." Oh this pun made me laugh, although the piece isn't comical in the least.

And I could write pages on alcoholism. This is a very true confession, I hope you find a way to solve your problem, liquor is such a demon liquid.

[Mauricio Montoya]

Not until now I meant to be funny but when it's killing you it's no joke.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts

[Ruth]

An excellent ending love! This is a hard hitting, rock a*s poem! lol Cool! xx

[MissWordSmith]

found a couple of mistakes, but still this was quite the honest write. the beginning was the best part for me, you set the scene really well.
"How luck can I get," should be how LUCKY can I get.. right?
other than that, I really could understand what you were going through, so this was good!
keep writing !!