Best Drunker Poems

Starkle, starkle, little twink, 
"Who the hell are you?" I think. 
I'm not under what you'd call 
The alcofluence of incohol. 
I'm just a little slort of sheep, 
I'm not drunk like thinkle peep. 
It's true: I don't know quite who is me yet, 
(The...

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The Deliberate Coin Flip

Wrote a letter to a longtime friend now dead,
asking about other side, what he could tell.
Please my friend, send me a signal if this read
and also let me know to postmark, Heaven or Hell.

Seven years passed, I received not a single word
although...

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Beware there man when out for your drink
Your wondering eye the one that don't think
Basking in glory man of the hour
Spotting one there pretty hair with a flower

Spending your pay wife at home wait
She seems to like you in your drunker-ed state
Unaware you're half in...

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I ride the bus to work,
and sometimes I put on a very displeasing look:
I complain with sardonic humor,
" These city buses are never on time! "
The scruffy man beside me sweats and scratches his hair,
" It's so damn hot and lateness is a crime! "


And...

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Well it’s March 17th the best day of the year
For the wearing of the green and the drinking of green beer
For eating corn beef and cabbage until you can’t have another bite
And drinking of course that goes on all night

So dance away your stress and...

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Blame the parents
for rising their kids
with a foul language...
sins have a wage!

Only respect and morality 
make good citizens of society,
but many like to poke fun
at anyone who can't run.


By looking at them one realizes
they came from unstable families:
their mother was a drunker,
and their father an...

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The smell of musty damp clothing 
held together by the touch of cheap thread.
And rough dogs bred for rabbiting
kept pots filled with law-abiding stew

When rickets craved a bone to bend
and polio bought another set of braces.
To those halcyon times of blinding fog, 
lined with lung-enthusing...

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Race of the Souls

Guatemala, November first
Mountain village, alcohol thirst
Mayan tradition command
Horses, drunken rider manned
Increasingly drunker they ride
Through the town close side by side
Colliding and crashing
Drunken riders are dashing
A broken bone, a broken head
Occasionally a rider dead
Misfortune met with collective shrugs
Details swept under collective rugs
Continuing until...

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 Moonie 

It was in the seventies I was out at St George,
Playing pool with the locals,
and the blacksmith from his forge,
I was winning, had a winning streak,
But I was getting a bit drunker,
So it was time to drive 300 miles,
 in me Holden, the...

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Well it’s March 17th the best day of the year
For the wearing of the green and the drinking of green beer
For eating corn beef and cabbage until you can’t have another bite
And drinking of course that goes on all night

So dance away your stress and...

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Crushed peanut shells are
scattered all over the floor

Beer bottles smashed
while blood drips from the roof

A body hangs from the rafters 
while loyal patrons play
a vodka filled game of Russian roulette

Piss stains plastered all over the bathroom floor
cockroach's and rats run rampant  
all while raging...

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The smell of wood smoke drifts through
The air with no presence of mind to settle anywhere
Except on the clothes of old men who struggle to 
Open tin cans with the anticipation of a child with
An unopened gift.

Cardboard schemes and wooden things create
Shelter for the menagerie...

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I know this is paradise
The moon light beats upon the
Window pane and as it does
Reflects the hectic, frantic
Mood of this part of my life.
Bouncing back off reflections
Show the mayhem that swallows
Us whole as we spin madly
Drinking more drunker, drunker
Falling back into darkness
To be absorbed by...

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She handed me a shandygaff which I took to right away.
Oh, me, oh, my, I was soon drunker than a tipsy sailor,
And singing better than I had for years. Songs were coming
Out of me the way leaves come off a tree in the fall, only...

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Mary Six Pack Pistols staggers through time portals drunk
Pretending to be a priest but she is not a mister or a sister 
To the old west saloon through double doors she glides
Drunker than a nun on steroids swinging rosaries from her side
Into a smoke filled...

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