One more lie

Slinking along, trying to remember where you are,
You feel the keys jangle, but where is the car?
By a miracle, you see it in front of your face,
Get in the seat, hold the bottle, take your last taste.

You start the car, back out without a rearview glance,
You have been busted before, but you are taking the chance;
Driving away, you barely miss a woman crossing the road,
Your mind is spinning and you are in concentration mode.

You analyze, and rationalize,
Thinking up a good story, you surmise;
Your wife will be relieved with the tale you will imply,
And you tell yourself: This is it. Only one more lie.