Bottomless

Desperate
times

Call for
desperate
measures

So toss
that
jigger
away

And
pour

One For The Road

I’m
starting
to feel
better

With
each
round
that
passes

As my
sorrows
are
drowned

By now
empty
shot
glasses

Drink,
drink,
and drink
again.

You know
that I’m
your only
friend.