A day in the life of an alcoholic

Alcohol!

Easing my grief and my pain.

Downing doubles

To drown my troubles

Now I am happy again

And tomorrow? More of the same

From bar to bar I wander

Knocking chairs and pints over

I am now in a drunken stupor

And nothing now seems to matter

Someone throws a punch

Another pulls a knife

The bouncers throw me out

(I escape with my life)

What a day that was of trouble and strife!

The afternoon was shameful

(The memories still painful)

And you might find it distasteful

How could I lose my trousers?

Stagger naked past people’s houses?

Parents stood there shocked

While the children laughed and mocked

And every curtain raised

At the trail that I blazed

Ending up in a prostitute’s bed

And the things that we done, that we said

It was enough to waken the dead!

And how do you explain this behaviour?

For what could be more lunatic, more crazier?

Than to hit your drinking pal with a hammer

End up doing 6 years in the slammer

I will never use alcohol again

To drown my sorrows, nor to ease my pain.  

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