Annual Leave

A week
off work

What’s
the point

Drink
a beer

Smoke
a joint

That’s
nothing new

I do it
every day

It’s all
I have

Keeping my
demons at bay

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

Booze Blues

I
know
the
time is
coming

Although
I’m not
quite
there
yet

When
all
I’ll
feel is
hungover

And
full
of
fucking
regret

Mother’s Ruin

As
the rot
starts
to set
in

I
pour
myself
another
gin

To
silence
the pain
in my
head

As
the
thoughts
seem to
shift

My
mood
starts
to
lift

And
I can
finally
get out
of bed

Wounded

They
say
you
shouldn’t
write
when
drunk

But
what
else
will
help
deal
with
this
funk?

At
least
beer
allows
me to
release
that
valve

And my
heart,
somewhere
along
the
line,
to
salve

Nonsense

When
the
wine
is in

The
wit
is
out

And
it’s a
good
job

To
be
honest

As
what
else

Would
we talk
about?

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

99 Bottles

The
only
way
I know

That
the
weekend
is here

Is to
put
on my
favourite
record

And
sink
a crate
of beer

Bottleneck

Fill it
up to
the top

So that
I can
drink
again

I want to
feel the
pleasure

And to
forget
the pain

Pre Booked Fun

Are you
sure I
have to
come out
tonight

As I
really
can’t
be
arsed

Apart
from
anything
my face is
a fright

And the
will
to get
dressed
is sparse

Sleep Well?

I dreamt
I was
pulling
little
red
spiders,
from
deep
inside
my nose.

Why we
were
drinking
absinthe
before
bed,
who
the
fuck
knows!

‘Drink Me’

I
really
should
just stop
now

I am
totally
out of
control

It seems
I have
well and
truly
fallen

Down the
proverbial
rabbit
hole

Last Orders

Is that
really
it

There’s
nothing
more?

She asks
while
falling
to the
floor

We’ve
drunk
it all

The
well
is dry

He
exclaims
with a
tear in
his eye

Possibilities

I’m
going out
tonight

To
remind
myself
to live

I’m also
hoping to
forget

What I
know
I can’t
forgive

Legless

Play that song
one more time

She
said

And pour me
another drink

I want to
feel something

She
said

And I don’t want
to have to think

For Whom The Bell Tolls

I’m not ashamed
to admit

I shed a tear or
two last night

As the clock
struck twelve

It was all
a bit shit

Sitting here
all night

And drinking
by myself

Self Inflicted

I’m not
moving
from
my bed
today

At least
until this
hangover
goes
away

Then
I’ll curl
up on my
favourite
armchair

And eat
crisps
all night
without
a care

Dinnertime

I’ll never
go back
there
again

They
can all
just get
to fuck

I’ve no
desire
to talk
to them

As with
my heart
they’ve
ran amuck

Limitless

You can
push me

And you
can pull me

But don’t
expect me

To break
apart

For I’ve
got tenacity

And
durability

Down to
a fine art

A Terse Exchange

I can’t
be arsed
to argue

So let’s
just call
it a day

For I’ve
got better
things to do

And you
should
walk away

No Fucks Given

I want
nothing
more

Than
to be
alone

With a
bottle
of booze

Sitting
in my
own home

With the
lights
down low

Listening to
my favorite
songs

Remembering
my
rights

And
justifying
my wrongs

Drinking

I fear I’ve
had one too
many a drink
tonight…

Perhaps now
is not the
time my story
to write…

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,

Thank
fuck I’ve
woken up
alone.

Home Early

I
went
out
tonight

I tried
and I
failed

All
dreams
are now
curtailed

For that ship,
it seems,
has sailed

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

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.

IPA

Beer…

maintaining the great divide
between dreams and reality…

since 1993.

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 on inside your head for days. And there’s nothing you can do to help that.

God, hangovers are awful.

Booze (Pt 2)

It’s killing me. This guilt. Every time I go out. I speak to someone and I feel guilty for laughing. I talk about you and I feel guilty for crying. I feel like every one is watching me, secretly whispering, and I feel guilty for being such an arrogant prick. I think everyone is judging me, pitying me and I feel guilty for not having more faith in people.

So I’m just going to stop going out.  As it will finish me off eventually. This guilt.

Booze (Pt 1)

I hope I find the answers I’m looking for at the bottom of this pint glass.

Otherwise putting make up on to leave the house tonight was a waste of time…

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