My poet friend thinks I drink
because he does
thou dost protest too much
says he
badgering me to go
to AA with him so I think
I'll check out his scene
When I walk in
it's a thick cloud chamber
and getting thicker
everyone's smoking
and I don't smoke
everyone's confessing
and I don't have much to confess
I'm a non smoking
fruit juice drinking
total teetotaler
if I have to admit
to some pedigreed vice
I won't deny a loopy one
and that's this loser's game
called poetry
i.e., chasing the skirt of the Muse
If that's not a vice in America
or anywhere
I don't know what is
David Gershator