Why are you drinking here,

if you have it all together?

With your crumpled shirt,

crooked tie, hat tipped forward.

Sweating like a towel in a locker room.

I bet you can’t go no lower.

You’ve struck rock.

Might as well look up.

pray your way to peace,

reconcile with your God.

I knew you grew up in a church…

It’s not like you fit here.

You know, forcing it.

Go back home prodigal boy.

You’re daddy is looking for you.

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