Edward Lee
Grew up in a family of drinkers
His father drank two beers, a glass of wine
and a glass of whiskey every night,
His mother drank a lot more
Mostly wine and whiskey
And was an alcoholic,
Edward Lee was estranged
From his siblings
Never drank with them
Until late in life
He discovered
The only way,
He could handle
Their extreme right-wing tirades,
Was if he had a drink with them.
Then he would chill out
And it did not matter,
As he drank his wine or beer.
Listening to the latest right-wing tirade,
Thinking, "whatever, Dude."
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem. You (or your character) take a sip of a drink and feel different. What happens? |
Author Notes
based loosely on a true story
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