Drink In The Hand

i don’t have a drink in my hand,
the nearest bar is at least 12km
from here – beer’s in the fridge
& spirits stacked for a lonely day
in an obvious liquor cabinet

try as i may i don’t see much in an
argument i’m held captive; what
is the sense? emotionally i agree
there’s enough evidence although
it shouldn’t convince a jury

if i believed frailty is best made clear
by reflecting on malcontents’ failings
i’d at least have a drink in my hand
– as it stands both hands are free
and the need (to do so) tacitly pales
© 21 May 2009, I. D. Carswell