How’s
about
itJust
us
two?Fancy
a
walkVisit
the
zoo?Get
a
beerEat
some
food?Spend
the
nightBeing
terribly
rude?
Possibilities
I’m
going out
tonightTo
remind
myself
to liveI’m also
hoping to
forgetWhat I
know
I can’t
forgive
Another Beer?
We sit
here
togetherYet we
are both
aloneNeither
of us
wantingTo get
up and
go home
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
Random #24
‘….So drink, drink, drink and be ill tonight…’
Morrissey
Until Someone Loses An Eye
What
happens
when the
laughter
stops
When
that
penny
finally
drops
When we
wake up
tomorrow
with a
raging
hangover
And that
stomach
churning
guilt
takes
over
Another Please, Barkeep (Part 1)
Drinking again.
Most likely until I’m sick.
You’d have thought,
By now,
That I’d had enough of this.
Taxi Home
Stumbling
home
Drunk
again
When will
I learn
Alcohol
is not
My best
friend
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
Christmas Punch
Eat, drink and be merry.
Or just drink.
I know I am.
Drinking
I fear I’ve
had one too
many a drink
tonight…
Perhaps now
is not the
time my story
to write…
The Shot Glass
Drink,
drink,
and drink
again.
You know
that I’m
your only
friend.
The Pub Quiz
What was I saying?
What was I..?
Ach, don’t mind me,
I’m drunk.
*Hic*.
Another Day, Another Hangover
I really
should
get out
of bedAnd do
something
less boring
instead
Seven Pints In…
Drunk
Happy
Drunk
Sad
Fridays
are a
bitch
IPA
Beer…
maintaining the great divide
between dreams and reality…since 1993.
Pretence
People are easy to fool, on the whole, I find.
They are so wrapped up in themselves they don’t notice me standing there, amongst them, pretending to be happy…
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 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…