Why Lester Duncan Drinks by Curtis Dunlap

It’s hard to stop drinking
when you find a pint of vodka
under your pillow at night.
That conniving wife of mine
wants to keep me drunk.
Every time I toss out a bottle,
she buys another one and
conveniently places it
where I can find it.

As long as I’m pegged a drunkard
no one will blame her when
she leaves me.

She likes talking to that
fat tax man in town.
I figure she’s got her sights
set on him.
He’s rich, got four cars, a fine house,
and a bad heart.
Well, God Bless ’em and
good riddance to the both of them.
Hell,
she’ll probably stick fried chicken
under his pillow.

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13 Responses to “Why Lester Duncan Drinks by Curtis Dunlap”

  1. ahhh, booze and chicken – a winning combination! great piece of wok. thanks for the read and smile! best, winnie

  2. the above should read: great piece of work (not wok)! whoa is me…winnie

  3. Thank you Winnie. I like woks too! and sake! 🙂

  4. Terri French Says:

    I’ll raise a glass to Lester Duncan tonight. Well done!

  5. Tim Peeler Says:

    damned fine

  6. Thanks, Tim. The poem is based on true events. We’ll talk about it sometime over a plate of barbecue. 🙂

  7. Great poem, Curtis.

  8. Thank you, Helen.

  9. Your comment got by me Terri. Thank you. Lester was a good man.

  10. Love it , love it. Let him have her:-)

  11. He did Pris. 🙂

  12. Susan Nelson Myers Says:

    fine, fine poem, cousin 🙂

  13. Why thank you there, cousin! 🙂

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