Poet-try

 

This poem’s being written

In a not-so-sober mood

For the mind and soul

It’s more like junk food.

However, there I feel

An adequate rhyme

But, just for now,

Maybe Gin and Lime?

Watch me stagger

While I put pen to paper

This is my expression

Not a mere caper.

So, what if I’m not

Quite in my sense..

I’m not seeing double

I’m wearing my lenses.

So I hope my poetry

Shall not be negated

When I confess

I’m inebriated.