drunk at twenty-two | poem

poetry

fine, i admit it

i was tanked out of my skull

in a pub i shouldn’t have been in

at an age when i should know way better

with people who bring out the worst in me

whilst serving up the best of themselves

to everyone else.

fine, i was completely punch drunk

drinking with the kind of abandonment that sailors

piss into the wind

and the unclean scream  

into mouldy shower curtains

the morning after

the night before.

i did it just because,

i did it because it was far, far easier

than being a better version

of a truer self.