Sense Sonnet - Steamer

What Concerns Me...

I had a bit too much to drink,
Walking home very late at night.
With a gin bottle, I'm pickled pink.
I stop there in the road to light
A cigarette, and think I heard
A loud train whistle nearby blast.
Then it all happens quick and blurred,
As that freight train goes zooming past.
Through the air, I go flying high,
And hit the ground haphazardly,
Broken in pieces where I lie.
All I can wonder is - why me?

That damn train came at a bad time,
Breaking my gin bottle - that's a crime!