10 June 2017

Bottoms Up

Bottoms-Up

Down the hatch

Great draughts of liquid corruption

Have burned my gullet

And scourged my brain pan

It’s a lethal anaesthetic

And a poor substitute for euphoria


Bottoms up

I should be so lucky

I doubt that I’d manage

With my degree of spin

Besides

My companion crashed out

a couple of hours ago

I think she drinks too much

but that’s no business of mine


No oblivion for me tonight

I’ll see this one out alone

The bottle in front of me

Will soon join the one behind

And I will greet the dawn

With four sheets to the wind

And more drink on my mind

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2 comments:

  1. Well expressed tale of the lost

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    1. Aye, it's all too easy to get lost when you're drunk Martin.

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