CALL ME A CAB

This night has gone on too long,
and I’ve got to find my way
to the place where my face
is familiar. I think I’ve had too much
to drink and I stink like a Clydesdale.
I’d drive myself home, but that ship
has set sail. I’m fine until I exhale.
So, if you trip over me as I lay on the slab,
do me a favor and call me a cab!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge – Day 9: Call Me _____

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