Poetry Wednesday - something original at last

Oh, How I Hate Them

Oh, how I hate them all

Those beloved men of my past

Who drunk too much of spirits and wine

Who loved scotch

More than me.

Oh, how I loved them all

Dad and John

Bruce and Marc

But they loved Rye and Jack Black

Jim Beam and Absolut

Pinch and Seagram's 7.

They waxed poetic

On a lone shot of tequila

Told the best jokes after two

Claimed loving me madly after three

Oh, how I hated them after four.

Oh, how I loathe these men

Of once brilliant mind

And oh so charming wit

Who failed to see the stupidity

Of just one more for the road.

Oh, why couldn't they see

At some point you come to a crossroads

Loving or drinking

Life over Liquor

The people who love you

Over your Buds at the bar.

Oh, how I loved them all

Loathing what they all became

After too many

Hit me again's

I always loved the dark poets

I should have left them

In books and music

And not taken them to heart and hearth

Oh, how I hated watching them die.

Oh, how I loathed them all

These great loves of my past

May they rest in peace

As alone I cry.

J. Binford-Bell 2010