The Honest Prose of a Drunk

Do me a solid and remind me what day it is?

Pills don’t have calendars printed on them.

All my new friends come with warnings and side effects,

But their company makes me forget to read the fine print.

Have you seen me cause I keep losing myself.

I’ve tried looking in bathroom mirrors,

But shadow frames keep tricking me,

Their movements making my eyes look away

From the problems right in front of me.

I’m forgetting something important.

I think it was my life?

Finding fucks to give is daunting,

But I keep checking each and every flesh pocket.

Of all the advice in life given to me,

Why didn’t anyone warn me about myself?