Chillin’ Time

by Frank William Finney

1.

Reggae wraps me
in its arms
and sip by sip,
my sorrows drown
in the red lagoon
of my wine glass.

2.

Reggae wraps me
in its arms
and mug by mug,
my sorrows drown
in cold Red Stripes
as the sun goes down.

3.

Reggae tucks me
into bed
my head’s on fire
my eyes are red.
When morning comes
if I’m not dead

4.

I’ll head back
to the pub
for some punch
instead.