Beer & Writing

I have had seven gulps of that beer by now
My cell rings
A message
I reply
I check other messages (why?)
I reply to a couple of others
I lean back to regain my original disposition
Sorry - position!
My hand moves
Where?
It doesnt know
I am perplexed
I strain myself
Invain
What was I doing?
Fuck!

Is it the beer?
Only seven... Nah!
I pick the pen
And write this! (Of all that I could)
I remember...
I was preparing!