Let Me Tell You A Thing Or Three By Daniel W. Wright

You shouldn’t drink
just to get fucked up
We’re all fucked up enough
as it is
Go ahead
drink to numb the pain
but never forget it
Enjoy the night
It is full of possibilities
when you take off the blinders
that the work day put on you

If you don’t have enough money
to tip the bartender
you shouldn’t be at the bar
Buy a cheap beer if you want
but never be cheap
with the one
serving you your drinks

Always know your limits
never drink beyond them
unless you’re ready
to face the next morning
Never blame anyone else
for your dumbass behavior
You drank
No one else forced you
End of story

A poet of the no collar work force, Daniel W. Wright is a mid-western son who loves and loathes the red brick town that surrounds him. A longtime writer of wild nights and whiskey tributes, Wright speaks for the lover in every loner. He is currently the author of five chapbooks of poetry, the most recent being The Death of the Ladies Man with Bad Jacket Press. His work has appeared in the Gasconade Review as well as underground zines Bad Jacket and Crappy Hour.