The Alcoholic
THE ALCOHOLIC
His heart is a bottle,
His desires are too brittle,
his achievements are scuttle,
Because his savings are little
He owes depths he cannot settle,
He beat his wife in a drunk battle,
Now he is single,
Failure is his tittle.
The alcoholic
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