naughtycheffa's blog: "addy"

One glass,

Short,

Tall,

Lower the percentage,

End toll the same,

The carnage only evident the morning after,

Amber, clear, flat, carbonated,

The damage in time will tell,

Motor functions blurred,

Vision doubled,

Never been to bed with a minger,

But woken up with a few,

The evil of drink only effects the old,

We insane few,

Tequila vodka whiskey gin,

Same glass?

Of course, zombie?

By morning maybe,

Pull a bird, better under beer goggles,

Come morning one thousand Irish navvy’s jack hammers hammering,

Eyes narrow to the mearest of slits,

Filled with lead to heavy to hold,

Gently close, then roll open,

And close then snap back as a guilt takes hold,

gibbering gibberish,

drooling intoxicating drool,

falling off the stool as everyone looks on,

drunk again, of course!

Why? Because we can obviously,

Have money, will piss it up the wall in the gents,

Never to realise its deathly grip,

Until too late,

Sitting on a cloud, harp in hand,

Playing for the choir eternal,

Nor a drop in sight.