4 in the morning, after a drunk night
I took the last sip from the pint.
As I gulped it down,
I tore off the wrapper clean.
Folding instinctively,
tore up 5 equal parts.
Last of it down my throat,
I put the bottle away and
Worked on the wrapper hard.
Pieces now further folded into halves
and put away with a sigh.
4 in the morning,
after a drunk night,
those pieces by the phone
are what remains of my origami,
a dear hobby from the past.
Am I more human now or am I less?