13 November 2012

Sometimes no one listens, Except the beer in my glass, Sometimes no one understands, Unless I drain it fast.

Spirits give me courage, though, To say just what I think, I swear I need that little shot, To push me to that brink.

Just one glass of cider, please, Then my youngest will run, Then my life is bearable, My shoulders? Not a tonne.

Alcohol takes care of me, Forgetting is a charm, A blessing sent to me, I swear, One drink'll be no harm...

So don't you judge me, you sir, As I sit at this bar, Knocking back a thousand rums, Despite that taste of tar...

It numbs the pain.

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