A Drunk's Prison
A Drunk's Prison
Having sold cold misery to enjoy the lack of pain
drinking spirits to blot out the cold hard rain
Beaten down, busted out and without prayer or hope
thinking of a long step and a short rope
Another shot of whiskey to ease such morbid thoughts
This season of woes always brings out inner demons to play
skipping rope while cursing them to just leave
they sing unhappy and merciless off key melodies
Another shot banishes them straight to hell
replaced by wailing women demanding more time!
No respect for a man drinking and desperately thinking
of just how far once was up to have just now grabbed sickness!
Another drink sends them back to Hades
RED COLORS BLASTING EYES SHUT !
Fallen and there is no getting up until the spirit leaves !
Not another shot, tomorrow they find this useless old tattered
body!
Robert L. 08- 23 1987
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014
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