The Drinkers Dilema

I am the bleary eyed bemoaner of self made misery my body's not a temple its more of a distillery drinking doesnt numb the pain but it numbs my awareness of it sat talking to myself in the corner like a sodden surly hobbit the main reason your gone is 'cus my drinking went on and on, and on i am the president of the broken soul society yet im not even tempted by sobriety wondering why i cant ever seem to keep my perpetual misery in check as i pour another glass of liquid depression down my grateful neck