The Alcoholic

The Alcoholic Parley poem Lionel Derbyshire Dirty dufflecoat wino Zigzag up the street Wobble wobble.. And half past puzzled Seems like form Has left his body His odour sour Orphaned at eight He explained Never had a chance Of a lifetime I am just the formation Of Adam's forlorn throne I the antonym of pleasant Eat my dinner On the floor Without gravy No one ever Belled out a word Of good for me Before I left home They warmed my hands On the stove and called me The Bastard in the house And it was sore Sensitively he said. What do you have? I only have lonely Never ever heard I love you What do you want? Just cheer from a Dumb bartender What do you fear? The confrontations in My nightmares Pardon me.. I am bitter. Never had a chance To be a revelant Joe Just a parched alcoholic Dry in overtime captivity. I tang of dispair. I have a little gravity Now just heavy To hoist.. And a will which wants me To not He told me beaming his blue eyes About his lot. And then he sang Amazing Grace..