Mistake (an acrostic poem)

Making sure to ditch his wedding ring in his pocket

Isaac walked into the bar liked he owned the place

Sitting at the bar, a red head in a tight white blouse caught his eye

Taking his time to strut over, he made sure she noticed him

As his pulse kicked up he slung back a shot of whiskey

Killing any conscience that was still left

Escaping remorse till the morning