hammered at the intervention
I was hammered
at the intervention
drunk on a
bourbon bender
–walking in
at first light of day
into a
crowded room
crammed with the pious
the teetotalers,
the caffeine junkies
the newly saved
the members of the clergy
the neglected son
the vindictive daughter
the condescending,
next door stoop sitters
and
the supercilious shrew
from the paint store
who’d dropped in
to watch the mop up
to see the boss
meet his match
ungloved at last
there to see the
New Reality unveiled
when the old bastard
finally gets his
and to watch
(happily)
as he’s driven away
where Jim Beam
can’t find him
and when it is time
I clear my throat
and carefully construct
a most eloquent
rendition of the facts
at the end of which
I wish Russell well
in his recovery.
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