You Fucking Alcoholic

When did this happen?

When did one occasional whiskey

Turn into five or six a night?

It took weeks of waking up sick

To realize that I had a bigger problem

Than just an empty apartment

Every night of the week.

The stack of empty bottles finally

Gave it away.

Look, Bukowski. I love your writing.

I just never intended on becoming you.

Plus, you must have been more charming.

You always had some kind of company.

But there's a bigger problem

Under all the whiskey.

It may take me a long time

To figure out

Why I hate myself

So fucking much.

But, I am trying.

That's a start.