Letter to My Liver (Final Notice)

You’re hanging on like a bad ex,

all bruised up, worn thin,

tired of my late-night apologies

and morning-after excuses.

I drowned the past in well whiskey,

poured regret into cheap beer,

left you gasping in a sea of bad choices

while I swore I’d get better tomorrow.

But we both know

tomorrow’s just another drink away.