A POEM - WE SAT AROUND DOING NOTHING AND MAKING RANDOM THREATS

WE SAT AROUND DOING NOTHING AND MAKING RANDOM THREATS
“I’ll outdrink you,” he said to me,
a mean look in his eyes.
“so?”
“well, I will.”
“whatever.”
“no, I WILL outdrink you!” he shouted,
mad now.
I swallowed a big pull of whiskey
and yelled back,
“I’ll drink your fuckin’ face!”