Ode to Bukowski -The Poetry Thread

I used to drink a lot.

A glass of wine at 2pm on a Wednesday afternoon,
one at 2:30,
another at 2:45
and a few more until 6pm
when it is socially acceptable to unscrew the cap,
smell the whiskey,
and taste it in the back of your already raspy throat
because you smoked too many cigarettes while thinking
“God, I am so sophisticated”
and writing drunken nonsense that
you won’t be able to read
whenever you do become sober again
because you were too shit faced to write legibly,
does not make me a drunk.