Alcoholic Haze
I think I’ll have a little tipple or two
I drink for me and a drink for you
We can start out carefully sipping slow
The night is young there’s a long time to go
After a few drinks things look different to us
We start to chat more coz it gives us a buzz
Talking away like there is no tomorrow
Not giving a damn and drowning our sorrow
Making decisions and making plans is ok
But you won’t remember them at all next day
Never mind it doesn’t matter at all just now
Tomorrow is another day anyhow
You stand up to go to the loo but hey
The table has moved to get in your way
You wobble a bit to steady yourself
You bang your head on the bookshelf
You return and refill the glasses again
This drink is great coz it’s hiding the pain
It is really weird when I look at you
Instead of one person I can see two
It seems so funny and I start to giggle
Oh I have to go now coz I need a tiggle
Off I trot to the loo I try not to fall
I steady myself and hold on to the wall
In a drunken haze we sit and slur
Everything seems to be one big blur
Next day it’s awful we have thick heads
We can’t seem to even get out of our beds
Drink is not the answer I feel so rough
I wish I knew when I’d had enough
Never again is what I always say
Until I feel better again the next day
Copyright © Pamela Griffiths | Year Posted 2009
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