This Is Just To Say

I got the idea to loosely imitate the poem "This Is Just To Say" from an episode of This American Life that I listened to yesterday:

This Is Just To Say

Roommate,
that I have taken
to a party
three bottles of Miller Lite
from our fridge

which was okay
I thought
because they were technically mine.

I left a half-dozen
to drink at another time

during a hockey game
or when I felt like having one
but now they are all gone

And I'm wondering
why did you need to drink
six bottles of beer

of my beer

on a Wednesday night
alone
anyway?