Jack 5
Drinking 20 pints regularly, done with consummate ease
Add a bottle of vodka on top if you please
Mixing beer, wine and spirits what a crazy thinker
All the time believing I was a social drinker
There is no one but me to blame
So much behaviour laden with shame
Throwing up in a public place
Never a good look, a complete disgrace
A time lived mainly in anger and lust
Argue, get drunk then a pelvic thrust
A continual cycle of adventure and thrills
Shyness masked with a cloak of inebriated skills
Any sort of drink a permanent extension of my hand
Ejected from many places, even sometimes banned
Often brash and extremely loud
Looking back it doesn’t make me proud
Stereotyped actor I no longer wanted to be
Had to change if future years I wished to see
No alcohol at all for 10 years now
Those that knew me then can’t believe how
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