A Numbers Game

Prompt: Numbers


You had one too many
There’s no two ways about it
You were three sheets to the wind

Two wrongs don’t make a right
But it was your third strike
Guess you weren’t firing on all four cylinders

Your mind was like a three-ring circus
And it filled your mouth with four-letter words
You should have taken five

You were on all fours
When you went for a five finger discount
On something as stupid as a six pack

You should have pleaded the fifth
But I guess it’s six of one, half dozen of another
Because now you’re on the run 24/7

Your whole life is at sixes and sevens
And you’re behind the eight ball
No chance for a normal nine-to-five

You tried to find refuge in section eight,
Like you had nine lives to spare
But they wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole

Nine times out of ten
You wait until the eleventh hour
Thinking redemption is a dime a dozen

But now you’re back to square one