Please don’t call me a drunkard,
it’ll only make me sore.
I much prefer “inebriate”
while I’m down here on the floor.
I’m usually an upright guy,
right down to the core,
but, my balance slides when I imbibe,
while I’m down here on the floor.
I haven’t gotten up in months,
the dust bunnies are a bore,
I hoped to sober up real soon
while I’m down here on the floor.
I have no use for labels,
I’ll show you to the door
if I could reach the table
from down here on the floor.
Well, today’s the anniversary,
I might go down in lore
and be that guy who yes, did lie
a whole year on the floor!
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 