The alcoholic

Can you not see them
laughing at you

Not your friends
nor your enemies
They just do not care

Stumble over to them
Hit your head on the floor
keel over

They laugh
You lie their
Unconscious
Bruised forehead

They laugh even more
The story.Good for dinner parties
Social gatherings, pub nights

Given more to drink,
your voice slurring,
you weave over to the pool table
Bumping into it,
Using the cue upside down

Now they laugh openly
when you cannot stand
prop you up between cushions

walk over you
when you slide to the floor

Your wife phones
trying to find you
They laugh at her
But she is the only one
who cares when you are not there

The next morning
kippers hide the smells
of last nights excess