Remains of a Long Weekend

By Benjamin Shapiro
Coffee replaced beer

When willpower beat fear

And reams of precious paper

Replaced debauched midnight capers. 

I mostly miss smoky rooms

Filled with coughing laughs,

Loud liquor soaked tombs 

Where paupers write their epitaphs. 

That tremulous Sunday morn,

Saturday’s death rattle;

It is no longer the norm 

As I have won that battle. 

But coffee without cigarettes 

Are all that I have left;

And if I didn’t have regrets

Then I would be bereft. 

I cling to my many regrets,

They’re all that I have left.

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