If you’re so inclined

I’m
Not inclined
Here to lie
In this time

Because I
Find that I’m
Parked on quite
The incline

So my vi-
tal supply
Of red wine
Has deci-
ded to slide
(Thus reside)
Beneath my
Lowered thighs

Pooled inside
Ankles mine
All the while
Pillow’s high

I could cry!
I resign
Next time I’ll
Try to find

Peace of mind:
No incline
When it’s time
To recline