Stop Thinking

Stop thinking now! Dismay disrupts my thoughts,
And I disparage those who practise it.
The man beside me has a coughing fit,
And tells me that his stomach is in knots,
But I don’t care, and, staring at his spots,
I wonder if it’s some fly that alit
And made a home there, a fine place to sit
For one long evening. I should have some shots.

Or drink some shots. I should imbibe much less,
But some days, when I just can’t stop the thinking,
Perhaps that my unwieldy brain is shrinking,
The choice narrows to this: Must I confess,
Or should I run away? It’s not a mess;
I will be happy. Maybe stop my drinking.