Bar none Fly

Your Opinion packs a punch. Drunk and alone. But I’m done beating myself up about it. You can’t squeeze water from a stone.

What’s left of my liquid lunch? Just a hunch. A candy bar, peanuts, and an empty pint of regret punch.

Time to scrounge up some numbers to crunch. And like that my attitudes changed. Coins copper & nickel got me out of a pickle. Wet my whistle. And got my batteries charging on a slow trickle.

No need to rush. The peanut gallery today is zero zip nada hush hush. I’m sipping wisdom. Out to lunch. Three sheets to the wind. Not checked in but? Out rather. Having trouble only seeing double. Jiving with the ghost slipping my jab, bursting my bubble. Teeing off on my five o’clock shadow. What’s he got against stubble?

Bell rung now with a moment to dwell. First things first I need a drink to clear this hell. And get my legs back under me. Before ring a ding ding. Here comes trouble. And I’ll be damned. I don’t look compassionate.