Pinot Noir (A Sonnet)

I’m sitting in Charlie’s well-kept backyard,
drinking three glasses of pinot noir.
It’s my surprise birthday party you see,
it’s my twenty-seventh birthday party.

Lindsay is already drunk – stumbling.
Maybe she will keep her legs shut this time.
People walk around congratulating,
celebrating a step closer to death.

Charlie’s girlfriend is by the swimming pool
she wears a low cut, revealing red dress.
Everyone stops to take a better look.

As I finish my fourth glass of wine, I
look at her through the bottom of my glass
and I’m wondering if her breasts are real.

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