Ode To A DrunK

Written by: Robert O'Brien

Christmas is what it should be!
Not for a drunk and all for glee...
The time he spends on dreaming things...
           He has no wings!

A drink, a smoke, and so it goes...
A life unending, as he throws...it all away...
And then he dreams that, someday,
           he'll be different!

Is someone out there... he can hold?
Unto oneself, but there's no mold...
A life he lives to suffer still...
and so he lives to dream until...
              It's over!

He dreams about another past...
escapes the drama, he makes it last...
just for another day...if only he could play...
            another part!

A part that no-one understands...
for just to fit, so he can band...
together still, without a care...
      There's no-one there!

No-one there except a drunk...
that's just like him,
so he can bunk...
until he's had his fill...

Such delusion, he believes...
that he can balance to receive...
A pardon from the Master's hand...
a never ending journey and...
             a life!

A life he should be living still...
but for a dream that he would kill...
just to belong within the race...
He has no place...
          He doesn't fit!

For just a drink to end the pain...
Let's have one more, so he will gain...
A reprieve from about his past...
That it may last...just for another
                 day!