Sometimes when I drink alone-
One cold beer on a hot summer’s night,
At the end of a long day,
to wash lingering anxiety away
I wonder if I am an alcoholic
But then I think
There are worse things to be
Like those who destroy the earth
To feed their insatiable greed
Like pedophiles and rapists
Serial killers
Users and abusers of women and children
The dramatic and manipulative
Who are unnecessarily cruel to their loved ones
Those who blame everyone but themselves for their own egregious behavior
Instead of looking within
The judgemental and cold-hearted
Who raise their voice when they should be listening
Sage Burner Poetry 