No More, No MoreRichard K. Weems
(In Iambic Pentameter)
My doctor says I drink too much.II: Evening to Morning
"No more, no more," the doctor orders me.
My barman points. Another round? intoned.
(My guts I feel; they rot in flame and mange.)
"No more!" I cry. "I'll go," I cry. "I'll leave."
(My death I see---a sole, deserted plot.)
The barman smirks. I wet my soul with wine.
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