Boxed Cab: At the Bar

Botta Box

And breaks

At bedtime.

I’m bedraggled

Because of

The Cabernet.

It’s belittling

The habit

To inebriate

My being.

Belittle my

Beginnings–

His belittling

Rambles mine.

I’m begging.

He’s bragging.

I’m betraying

My Dignity.

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