A Drunk Blames the Drink. wordle 91

You wish that you had said no

to that last bottle.

Oh a miserable Micky Finn

was slipped in

The night didn't end.

Rather, your memory of it

diminished

to a painful lump on your forehead

and the smell of vomit.

There is no virtue in drinking.

Why do we do it?

To break down the barriers.

To bend the rules.

To see beauty in the bottom

of the glass.

The bar becomes a palace

and Dutch courage brings you closer to your wish.

The steps you take

to recite your poetry

and fill the room with your words.

Now there is only pain

and the burden of knowing

you failed yourself.

So as a consolation

let's open another bottle

and toast the muse

peruse the scrawling in the notebook.

See the genius that resides within.

A little more Dutch courage

before you begin.