Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Poem Scratched on a Napkin

I'm out of beer;
I'm out of cigarettes,
but chock full of regrets -
things I'd like to forget.
My nerves ain't frayed enough though,
so I need more bad stuff
to rough me up,
to toughen me up
so my off-the-cuff is gruff, not fluff,
and that's no bluff.