Alcoholic Logic

On the Pity pot with my Friend ; I sit in a stupor : I’m drinking again It’s been twenty years since I gave up the drugs I can’t get a handle on the Jack Daniel’s Glugs : Glug Glug He goes down smooth and warms my insides : but brings out the evil that Otherwise Hides in a Jet Black Heart : in a cold dark Heart evil resides Johnny Walker : Gulp : Gulp Black or Red : I drank so much I thought I was Dead : and maybe I am But I don’t give a Dam ; a bottle ; shot after shot : I continue to slam Absolute Vodka : Swig : Swig Goes down rather rough yet a couple of quick shots and I think I’m tough I Love the stuff : one drink is to many ; Case upon case is never Enough If I could feel the thrill, as I stagger up hill : to the base of Alcohol Alp If I should reach the very Top : I’m sure my drinking would Stop THANK - YOU POETRY SOUP for YOUR H E L P