One can
Two cans
Three cans
Four
Perhaps
I should eat
Before
I drink
Any more
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?
It Might Be Friday, But I’m Not In Love
Music
playsAs
I lieIn
a hazeOn
our bedWithout
you
Random #24
‘….So drink, drink, drink and be ill tonight…’
Morrissey
Another Please, Barkeep
Drinking again.
Most likely until I’m sick.
You’d have thought,
By now,
That I’d had enough of this.
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
The Pub Quiz
What was I saying?
What was I..?
Ach, don’t mind me,
I’m drunk.
*Hic*.
Work
Well I
guess
there’s
nothing
else for it
Three hours
left wading
through
this
bullshit
Perhaps I
should
hand in
my notice
and quit
At least
then that
would be
the end
of it
