The drunk

I wrote this poem for my ex-boyfriend.

Hey beautiful
You're the one and only
Sorry I can't talk
I'm in a hurry

Hey sweetheart
I'm so sorry
Gotta go
Bar is calling

Hey baby
The day we met
I fell in love
You'll hear from me
after last call

You are the one
you are my wife
but now there's no
room in my life

My one true love
sits in the fridge
she always opens
with a little twist

She doesn't talk back
she doesn't ask questions
she's always there for me
when I need refreshment

Yeah so sometimes I forget
and say things that I often regret
My arms up and down are scarred
but don't you know that I work hard?