Alcoholic
Come unhinged
On a liquor binge
Face down in the snow
You’re the man
With drink in hand
The bar can’t make you go
That drink of wine
Sure taste fine
You’ve never been so low
When you drink
That’s what you think
For what reason
You don’t know
Copyright © Steve Crabtree | Year Posted 2009
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