I’m Fine

My fingers work with precision,
eyes have eagle sight,
ears can decipher the faintest sound,
I’m fine as I should be,
a contributing member of society,
serving its purposes so perfectly,
normal and being so essential.

What a pity that officer
didn’t agree with my words,
he seemed to think
my celebration of being useful
at the local bar
diminished my credibility
after one too many rounds.

Now I guess I will find out
on my court date
if the legal system
is truly appreciates
that one can still be efficient
with their brain well oiled
by all those cocktails.

Didn’t seem to be a problem
all those other times,
but then I never tried driving,
having tested the competency
of the pavement
while being passed out.