Ever Hear Of Moderation

My glass of wine

Grows lukewarm

While your bottle of scotch

Just disappears

Don’t you ever think

about your actions

I feel bad just

Having a small glass

Yet you drink

Half of a bottle

On an empty stomach

Obviously you never learned

The boy scout way

Of always being prepared

Right now you are

Not ready for anything

Except to sleep it off

Until tomorrow night…

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