Alcohol Fever
In home bar room,
this place we live,
wolf one down,
and get another hit.
Alcohol fever, you are burning up,
don't you ever get enough?
A sip of wine sometimes I have,
but my mouth stays shut, I don't get loud.
Made of iron, a star you are,
but only after, you visit the bar.
Stinky, and sully, you head for bed,
while mumbling something ugly,
under your breath.
That is fine, do what you gotta do,
this little filly is leaving you.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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