Pour Me Another, Me

Pour me another, me.

I am my own barkeep now.

Make it a double,

Make it strong,

Make it again,

Make me numb.

Make me numb to the house I am about to lose.

Make me numb to the job I already lost.

Make me numb to the fact I cant afford to get sick.

Make me numb to the fact we are in a pandemic.

Make me numb that the world I once knew is burning.

Make me numb to the grieving I don’t get to do.

Pour me another, me.

It’s 5 o clock somewhere,

And I got no place I can go.

Make it strong,

Make it a double.

Pour me another, me.

Published by James J Jackson, Jr

I'm a poet and leftist political organizer from Sacramento, CA.

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