Half Measures

I gave myself a new country,

but I wasn’t any good

at drinking there either.

And then I got myself a new life,

with temperate friends and a nice young wife,

had a couple kids, who both lessen and add to

my strife,

but I still sucked when it came to booze.

I gave myself a new city

with lots of different stuff to look at,

other restaurants to choose from,

and a different selection at the library,

but the same old bottles at the bars as well.

There was no right place to live with the glass,

no smooth step to the dance,

no matter how I dressed my partner.

There could never be all, but

there couldn’t even be more

until there was nothing.



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