You know you love to drink,
when you actually look
like the drinker
on a commercial

who takes slow-motion time
to consume a mouthful of
strong, persistent, beer.

You feel like you could set down
in your childhood
smashed to all hell
and taunt your child self.

“Hey you, you little fucker!
Do better!
Read more! Stop picking
your fucking nose!
You’ll never get laid!”

Smashing a bottle against
the nearby merry-go-round
for effect, watching yourself
run away screaming and clearly
somewhat traumatized.

You can get anywhere
with enough persistence.

You can lose everything
with enough drink.