Alcoholic Logic
On the Pity pot with my Friend ; I sit in a stupor : I’m drinking again
It’s been twenty years since I gave up the drugs I can’t get a handle on the
Jack Daniel’s Glugs : Glug Glug
He goes down smooth and warms my insides : but brings out the evil that
Otherwise Hides in a Jet Black Heart : in a cold dark Heart evil resides
Johnny Walker : Gulp : Gulp
Black or Red : I drank so much I thought I was Dead : and maybe I am
But I don’t give a Dam ; a bottle ; shot after shot : I continue to slam
Absolute Vodka : Swig : Swig
Goes down rather rough yet a couple of quick shots and I think I’m tough
I Love the stuff : one drink is to many ; Case upon case is never Enough
If I could feel the thrill, as I stagger up hill : to the base of Alcohol Alp
If I should reach the very Top : I’m sure my drinking would Stop
THANK - YOU POETRY SOUP for YOUR H E L P
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