Are You Going to Finish That?

a poem about drinking before

ARE YOU GOING TO FINISH THAT?

What do you recommend?
Have you tried it before?
Which region of Italy is it from?
Can you tell me more about this one:
“full-bodied, black fruit, I’m so tired”?
Is the flavor profile more like the women
I never spoke to again or the women
who never again spoke to me?
What goes best with swordfish?
What goes best with sanctimoniousness?
What goes best with avoiding
thinking about what I have to do
tomorrow? Should we just split a bottle?
Is it too early to start? Did we ever figure out
why this night is the same as all others?
Are you going to tell your boss you quit?
Should we order another round?
Is it my turn to complain? Can someone please
explain why they unoaked the Chardonnay?
Why are you crying? Did you get enough to eat?
Do you ever wonder how we got to treat
ourselves this way? Or which of us will be the first
to leave the last sip in the glass?