High Noon
my friend likes
to drink
morning, noon, and night
he ought'a see a shrink
to help him with his plight
at least that's what I think
you think I got it right?
drunk at noon, that must stink
why can't he see the light?
he's ever nearer to the brink
of falling out of sight
so I end with a little wink,
he's always higher than a kite
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
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