POOR BESS
by Alvin Benatovich - July 1959

Alcoholic beverages she drinks
All of the time.
Her favorite she says,
Is sweet red wine.

She drinks,
And drinks until sick.
Then men, I see,
Can take their pick.

This young girl,
Out of her mind?
For frustrated boys
A lucky find.

Years from now,
No one could guess;
Of the reputation,
Of poor poor Bess.

So is she wrong
To live so free?
She has her fun,
You must agree.

� 1999
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