Insomniac

Nana was an insomniac

she said that they prescribed

her booze just a little nip

to help with her sleep

she didn’t call it booze

mind you, she called it

her wee drink

over time her wee drink

was not so wee

and seemed to be less

about chasing sleep

and more about fueling

her true passion:

talking shit about just

everyone she had ever met

so now whenever i see

a cheap bottle of 5 Star rye

i picture Nana in Tartarus

wee drink in bony hand

telling Tony Hancock that 

Edgar Allen Poe has a forehead

like a cinema screen or

comparing the Bell Witch

to the Monster of Glamis Castle

(unfavorably)