As much as we had fun
She said
I am never
Drinking again
What on earth were we thinking
He said
Mixing grape
And grain
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
As much as we had fun
She said
I am never
Drinking again
What on earth were we thinking
He said
Mixing grape
And grain
I knew I’d regret
That glass of wine
And so, to bed
I’m now resigned
Lying here prone
On the bathroom floor
Praying my sins be absolved
If I can just resolve
To show tequila the door
Perhaps I should consider
Meeting someone else instead
But I can’t help thinking
(Especially when drinking)
That I’d be better off dead
If only I looked
And felt okay
Then I’d be there
Without delay
But as it is
It’s been a pretty bad day
So I’ll stay in and wish
My life away
Leffe
He clarified
Not Lethe
Same thing,
She shrugged
With the cèilidh danced
And whisky swirled
Now we’ve got all
The time in the world
Please, talk softly today
She squeaked
I’ve got a really sore head
Then perhaps you should’ve considered
He said
Staying in last night instead!
One more drink
That’s all you need
For stories to tell
And wisdom to heed
Turning up here
An armful of beer
The epitome of niceness
But the look on your face
As I call you a disgrace
Is absolutely fucking priceless
Here again
Drunk on wine
Dulling the pain
I feel inside
By staring deep
Into your eyes
Trying not to weep
While part of me dies
Do you think we could be intimate
He said
Without you drinking wine first
I doubt it very much
She said
As you’re not enough to quench my thirst
Legless
Play that song
one more time
She
said
And pour me
another drink
I want to
feel it all
She
said
But without me
having to think
(Originally Posted 08.02.2020)
Eat, drink and be merry.
Or just drink.
I know I am.
(Originally Posted 25.12.2019)
You’ve already kissed the Blarney Stone
She said
So let’s just call it a night
You’ve necked just as much as me
He said
And spoken as much shite!!
The Other Irish Rover
I’m
sorry
I told
you
I love
you
He
said
I
just
did it
for
the
craic
There’s
no
need to
apologise
She
said
Just
don’t
expect
I’ll
say it
back
(Originally Posted 20.10.2020)
It’s been nearly three weeks now
That I’ve been off the booze
Choosing to cope instead
With the pain in my head
By getting some new tattoos
Therapy?
No
matter
what
the
guidelines
say
Or
how
many
braincells
may be
lost
I’ll
slay
my
dragons
my way,
thanks
And
live
with
whatever
the
cost
(Originally Posted 05.10.2020)
I’m not sure
If it was the booze
Or all the tablets
I was taking
But, ultimately,
I was pretty lucky
To survive all my (bad)
Decision making
Drunk
Looking in
the mirror
gives me
a fright,
But I think
I had a
good time
last night.
I don’t
remember
much or how
I got home,
So thank
fuck I’ve
woken up
alone.
(Originally Posted 29.09.2019)
I went out a lot
In twenty nineteen
To live,
To laugh,
And to everything in-between
The Shot Glass
Drink,
drink,
and drink
again.
You know
that I’m
your only
friend.
(Originally Posted 25.09.2019)
It was the last round
Music, of course
When I’d already sunk a few
But it was my knowledge
Of old Liverpudlian Soul
That really pulled us through
The Pub Quiz
What was I saying?
What was I..?
Ach, don’t mind me,
I’m drunk.
*Hic*.
(Originally Posted 20.09.2019)
Do you think
He said
That you drink too much
Trust me
She said
It’s nowhere near enough
The Trouble With Juniper
Nobody
knows
the
trouble
I’ve seen
The loves
and the
losses and
everything
in-between
On one
too many
gin bottles
I have
relied
To keep
all of my
secrets
hidden
inside
(Originally Posted 18.09.2019)
No more for me
He said
That was the wife on the phone
I think that I’ll stay out
She said
As there’s no one for me at home
Temptress
We
really
shouldn’t
do this
She
said
If it’s
something
you’ll
regret
I won’t
know
until
we’re
done
He
said
And I
haven’t
started
yet
(Originally Posted 06.09.2020)
Why don’t you come over
He said
It’s just me and a group of my friends
That’s very kind of you to offer
She said
I get so lonely at weekends
I’d Only Stand in the Kitchen Anyway…
For the third night in a row there are people having a party, somewhere, along my street.
I can hear them talking and laughing in their garden.
I can smell their cigarette smoke through my open window.
I can hear the rattle of beer bottles as they are thrown into the recycle bin.
Music blares away until the early hours.
I’m so jealous sitting here, miserable and alone, night after night.
I mean, I can be fun too you know.
Well, kind of.
(Originally Posted 28.08.2019)
‘The Drugs Don’t Work’
Sang the man from Wigan
Just as I’d turned seventeen
Back then it was fun
As real life hadn’t begun
But now I know what he means
Quieten Down(er)
I’ll
take
anything
you’ve
got to
give
Drink,
smoke,
or sedative
As the
voices
inside
my head
these
days
Are
far too
competitive
(Originally Posted 15.08.2020)
You may be surprised
To learn in fact
This one doesn’t refer
To a suicide pact
It is actually based
On my favourite date
When we took MDMA
And left the rest to fate
Eternity
Counting the days
Counting the hours
You bring the wine
I’ll bring the flowers
Counting the minutes
Counting the seconds
We’ll both take a pill
As eternity beckons
(Originally Posted 15.08.2019)
Tea
She said
Is that it?
Don’t you have anything stronger
I’ll have a look in the back
He said
But it might take a little longer
Stiff Upper Lip
I
feel
so
sad
She
said
Can
you
help
me?
I’ll
certainly
try
He
said
Here’s
some
tea
(Originally Posted 09.08.2020)
I lost that badge
Later that night
In a drunken haze
On Fleet Street
My arm was twisted
So the fun embargo lifted
And my fears, for once,
I managed to beat
Temple Bar
The hordes gather outside your hotel window.
Laughing,
Joking,
Having fun.
You wish you could be more like them.
Prettier,
Funnier,
More confident.
Instead you’re sitting in your room alone with the curtains drawn.
With nothing but your ‘I Hate People’ badge for company.
(Originally Posted 04.08.2019)
And into those fires of hell
We jumped
Both of us head first
We should’ve just stopped
When the doors were locked
Rather than stay to quench our thirst
Drinking Irresponsibly
From
the
depths
of the
cold
Into
the
dancing
fires of
hell
I
just
cannot
help but
feel
That
this
will not
end
well
(Originally Posted 02.08.2020)
The microdosing experiment was shortlived, thankfully
As if it continued
I think I would’ve broken through that fifth wall
And bricked it up behind me
Never to return
A Long Forty Eight Hours
If you stare
at the same four walls
for long enough,
a fifth can start
to appear.
Perhaps it’s then
you’re supposed to
realise that
the end is near.
If you stare
at the same four walls
for long enough,
your mind can
start to bend.
Perhaps it’s then
you’re supposed to
know it’s the
beginning of the end
(Originally Posted 28.07.2019)
Five cans
Six cans
Seven cans
Eight
No point
Stopping now
It’s already
Too late
Six Pack Blues
One can
Two cans
Three cans
Four
Perhaps
I should eat
Before
I drink
Any more
(Originally Posted 19.06.2020)
Yet the fantasy
That promises so much
Rarely delivers
In the end
IPA
Beer
Bridging the great divide
between dreams and reality
Since 1993
(Originally Posted 26.04.2019)
Thank God you came over
She said
I was starting to get bored
Now the real fun begins
He said
Of that you can rest assured
With A Twist
Is
it
too
early
to start
drinking
She
asked
As
this
is
too
much
to bear
That’s
exactly
what
I was
thinking
He
said
As
he
pulled
up a
chair
(Originally Posted 17.04.2020)
Still,
It’s fun at the time
Two Day Hangovers
You can take a tablet
To halt a head ache
You can eat a sandwich
To settle a queasy stomach
You can sleep a while
To revive your weary bones
But the self loathing?
That shit lingers inside your head for days
And there’s nothing you can do to help that
God, hangovers are awful
(Originally Posted 18.03.2019)
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