God Shot (Poem)

It was a God shot

Waking up with no shoes
A tank top
No bra
Man shorts
Hospital socks

No recollection of how I got there
No strength to muster as I walk home in the rain

A real nasty little bout
I’d rather place blame than humble myself

I’d rather save face than save my ass
But there ain’t no face to save with an ass for a mouth

I can’t fix what I’ve done
No tools in my shed

But I can make it all gone
With one swig of my head

Nothing is sacred when I’m sick as a bat
Dryer than Covid
Higher than bird scat

My God shot me dead
I’m deader than done

I’m just waiting around til what’s left is gone…

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