You were off your face – once –
in our past decade
whilst colleagues got blindly laid
on cocaine & lust’s
attractions [just once a month]

One admix [of drugs & booze]
numbed your pain –
but what was their excuse?
We’ll roll in truth’s disquietude

So pause – reflect [no bent-to
powdered mirrors]
upon statistics & cold facts
thrown up by time’s
tergiversation of truth’s routes

Let’s check all re-drafted notes
of scrawls & jots –
after-the-event not much lies
undisturbed – they
will bide – only teetotallers know