I don’t know whether
I don’t know whether.
To laugh or cry into my whisky tonight?
On the one hand, that would dilute it,
while the other could cause
inadvertent inhalation
and possibly choking.
But one way or another, I need it.
The human world is so
benighted,
and it isn’t even six yet.
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‘Testimony of the Untested’, a daily lockdown poetry series by Robert Alan Jamieson, who is in recovery from a corona-like virus. You can read his other works here.
Whiskey, before six?! You’ll be completely benighted yourself by nine. Take care, keep writing.