Pani Alkoholiczka  

Some people drink vodka.
Did the lord prefer grain or potatoes?
How about the grass?

Please sit back down in your chair,
The Polka starts.
And off they go,
under the leg,
over the leg,
on the leg,
Polka.

The Czech woman is wasted.
Standing straight is in her blood.
The Czech woman is insulted.
"Are you ready pani pani?"
She makes no sense.

He offered her some water.
Delusions of gin.
He gave her a red rose,
She wanted a yellow one.

Her ultimate desire was
to be undressed more
than naked.
Even with all the toxicity
She has established
there was no vibe.

She left in a taxi,
cheering in silence.
Five in the morning,
wake up call.
Drunk on rum.

The morning after,
Black mascera smeared under her eyes.
The italian eatery seems to be
the best place to go on a day like this.
The morning after.

© 2006 Monika Ptak