Drunk's Poem

My Dear Bottle,
Yellow, Sorry blue.
How I love you
for the wonderful things you do.
You give me succour,
Amidst troubles so numerous.

You came into my life
at the exit of my wife.
I am so glad that you are here.
Now, I know why everybody needs someone near.

You lend your mouth with a kiss
With you, nothing is amiss.
Your saliva intoxicates me,
Your body, comforting.

Who needs a job anyway,
when without it, Ekaete could not stay.
With it, She stayed.
Yet could not play.
I'm so glad with you,
I do not know what to do.

© January 2003, Kingsley Momoh