Red Lights

[Guest]

With one last sip, she starts to slip
her mind is gone, she's lost her grip.
An image comes she'll not forget
of hellish anguish in a pit.

She drifted back to childhood years
when she would play often in tears.
Her brother's pranks that stranded her
on creek bed rocks became a blur.

Still farther back in mem'ry past
she saw herself as sinking fast
into a tub of pouring rain
afraid of swooshing down the drain.

And now the mind's eye takes its turn
she flags, unable to discern
her left from right or up from down;
no color left, all things are brown.

Her hearing's next to take a dip
and then her heart begins to skip.
Was her glass laced with l-s-d
or opiates in poppy tea?

No great harm done, she saw red lights,
and learned a lesson, learned her rights.
Was it pure luck she did not flip?
She never took another trip.