Bartender oh bartender

(a stout rendition of O Captain! My Captain!)

Mine eyes espy the glory per the ending

of another work day beckon

Baileys Irish Creme

with Absolut certainty

that Fireball named Brandy

the Patron Crown Royal abets dream

quest proof positive

to expunge stressful Boss

who dons and trumpets

narcissism to the extreme

distilling this cooked

Grey Goose a gleam

with nary a clue how

my ceaseless toiling efforts

play within the lager corporation scheme

which leveraged buyout generates steam

assigning exemplary skills and talents within

what appears to be

a trumped up losing team.

No exit out this grueling

twenty first century rat trap

whereby Scotch chief en gin that air

except to drawn displeasure

and wallow in sorrows

downing Booze or house brand beer

despite drunken state

erodes axons and synapses

snap like chattering teeth of broken gear

quickly cause tenuous grasp

on queasy reality,

sanity, and tenacity

rent asunder and tear.

Now that work day done

at long last, not a moment

to tally date with Jack Daniels to delay

this linkedin the conga line

wants to wash away

sounds of barked orders

Rum bling – may

king me insides writhing

with anger as if type cast

in diabolical formidable, horrible play

whereby each active

scene increases assistance

for Johnny Walker

to glide and sashay.

Argh, how those last remaining

minutes to escape

hubbub tick away

at the pace of a snail

to these myopic eyes,

which suspect manager

surreptitiously turns back

clock hands male

lush hiss lee deliberately

toys with sanity, thus

seek counsel from Jimmy Beam without fail

when super tramping

head honcho will cease

cheap trick renouncing cruel act with ale.

Without sh malt s, Hops,

skips and jumps

inebriation welcomes me

by rendering taps

receding thoughts of being bound, cramped,

and emulsified in dark cubicle Schnapps

as if invisible taut cord

tears into virtual tatters

and this life of Wry lee loosed like flaps

from shredded material trailing a tail that

rivals tales of Aesop's.

That ambler liquid

of the gods soothes palate

and tongue helps

a comfortably numb

feeling to settles

within thine body electric

dulling the senses

with heavy eyelids plum

met to close shut tight

riding the wave of ecstasy,

reflecting about late dad and later mum

though come the morrow, a hang over from

sensation akin to Gunter Grass

loud internal tin drum.

Upon rising sober with total amnesia sans

pandering as a buffoon

realizing fallacious

gimcrackery while ensconced

in fermented cocoon

an email fried off

from the top dog quickly

reminded yours truly how I did goon

off the rails, perhaps cuz of living within

a trackless caboose sized wife named June.