Alcoholic Betty

Alcoholic secretary
smokes a pack a day.
Hides in her car at lunch
puffing shame fags alone –

Hangover Betty – she is a sorry case.
Too bad to deserve a pregnancy –
God recognizes this type – this type with
veined and reddened face.

Pathetic fat Betty;
at thirty five it’s almost over;
at thirty six her liver’s blown;
at forty two cirrhosis comes.
Then emphysema… all done.

Wouldn’t you be drinking, and that much too?
Knowing what was coming – what was in store for you?

Oh, it’s so sad.
Oh, what a wasted life.
Could’ve been so many things

Horseback prodigy at twelve.
More recently, on her back
below a stranger’s balls

How does one type up a rich man’s
will with shaking hands and runny eyes –

How does one sit through law firm lunch
knowing one might vomit
upon the lap of senior partner

Then – exact it all again come drinking time at 5 pm.
This smacks of pain in cycles

Alcoholic paralegal knows her time
is nigh – to decide to live or rot in hell,
and if she lives, the rottenness of her

Former life will feel a lot like hell on
earth. What would you choose…
survival or more easily to die – just ask
Rotten Betty.
Drunk slut Betty.
Life of the party, funny Betty.

Your sister and your
daughter Betty.
Your wife and friend and mother Betty.

Just ask me –
Alcoholic Betty.

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