Vicious Circle
He drank another pint of beer,
And saw the shadows disappear;
The answers to his problems clear,
He had no fear, he had no fear.
He felt so ill when morning came,
And stayed in bed, alone and lame,
He knew he had the beer to blame,
When no one came, when no one came.
For Kim’s Monotetra contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2013
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