I hear a cock crow, <br />And I open my eyes. <br />My mouth feels dry, <br />Just like cotton. <br />And it tastes terrible. <br />The proverbial question, <br />Comes to mind. <br />Where's the cat? <br />I sit up in bed, <br />And I find, <br />My eyes are'nt open, after all. <br />Why did I think I had opened them? <br />I have a terrible thirst. <br />I rub my eyes, <br />And finally scrape, <br />Enough crud away, <br />So that I can really open them. <br />I get up and stumble, <br />On an empty Jim Beam bottle, <br />And bang my elbow on the dresser. <br />I stumble into the bathroom, <br />And start to pee, <br />But quickly I realize, <br />It's the hamper, <br />And not the toilet, <br />And quickly I stop the stream, <br />I've done it now. <br />I stumble to the kitchen, <br />And try to open the fridge. <br />But it's the kitchen closet. <br />Wiser now, <br />I turn to the big white appliance, <br />On the east wall, <br />And manage to open the door. <br />I grab the cold water, <br />And take a drink. <br />It tastes just like pure honey. <br />It tastes wet, It feels so good, <br />Going down. <br />I take the container with me, <br />And I walk out on the front porch. <br />In my underwear. <br />Gonna be another hot one. <br />God I never realized, <br />How much, <br />I hate Jim Beam <br /> <br />10/27/10 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-hate-jim-beam/
