Yes, I got pissed,
But I didn’t mean to,
Just something I kind of
Leaned into.

Full of regret in the morning,
Rheumy eyes,
And constantly yawning,
Like trapped in a video game,
Continually spawning.

With the truth,
Only just dawning,
Why do I drink,
When it makes me so ill?

Long past the stage,
Where I think it’s a thrill.