A Shot for the Heartbreaker

It has been one of those days,

Where I don't care if she goes or stays.

Deadlines passed me by,

And bosses expressed their dissapointment.

It was generally a day,

Of emotional excrement.

 

So I swung by the bar,

To dull the rising tide of frustrations in me.

On the way there,

Mama called to say she was sick again,

My kid sister called to say,

That her depressed best friend had found familiarity,

In a curtain cord her papa had brought home for Christmas,

And together they had taken a one way ride to paradise.

 

So at the bar I took a shot,

One for mama, one for sister,

And one for the kid who couldn't bear the earthly darkness no more.

One for me,

And two for the boss with the disappointing employee.

 

My roving eyes met your roving eyes,

And as I took a shot in your unfamiliar name,

I wondered who would break whose heart first.

And two shots down the line,

I was already confessing,

"Bless me Father, for I am about to sin."

 

With a wink, a smile and a curt wave of the hand,

I got you to spend my money.

With a wee bit of charm,

A lie that I have told everybody,

And a walk over my yard,

I emptied my emotional scum in a total stranger.

 

One for mama,

One for sister,

One for the deceased,

One for me,

Two for the boss,

And then some for the heartbreaker.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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