I sit

At my computer

A fine glass

Of bourbon

Just inches from

My left hand

But my

Mood is

Less then

Good

It should be

All is well

Right now

But the crappy

Workday

Change that

Crappy workdays

Intrudes

And the only thing

To console me

Is the bourbon

And my cats

I truly need

A life

But have not the energy

To reconnect

My ex

Has

Soured me