Drinkers Boogie

Sitting in a bar

On Saturday morning

It’s not yet 12

Is that a warning?

I’m drinking coffee

But soon something stronger

There’s a gnawing in my gut

An alcoholic hunger

Scattered all around

are people just Like me

Sad, lonely souls

Drowning in a booze-filled sea

Some are eating breakfast

It disguises their craving

Legitimising existence

It’s only their face-saving

Young people made old

By the bottle

Looking to meet their maker

And get there at full throttle

So cheers to you all

My comrades in drink

Raise all our glasses

Give A bloodshot wink


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