Best Song Drink Poems
Once in a while when we fall down
Rarely ever is there anybody else around
To take all of our sorrows and misery away
We seem to suffer to our dying day
A maelstrom of voices swirl through our heads
A bunch of mixed up words from what people said
Saying that this is what life is about
But this ain't what I want and that I don't doubt
I'm drowning the bad thoughts deep in my brain
I'm gonna slam a 60-pound and flush my mind away
I'll wake up in a ditch or in my bloody grave
The ballad of the whiskey ballet
It's cheaper for a bottle than a stinkin' bar
Where all the blasted bastards and the ditchpigs are
I like to drink alone with no one else around
I drink all I want on my own slammin' ground
I don't need someone telling me that I'm being too damned loud
I don't need anyone treating me like a drunk and foolish clown
I'll just turn around and belch into whomevers face and
waltz away on my own cloud by my own staggering pace
I'll be belching and mumbling,kicking and stumbling
puking and yelling,going to Hell andfighting and bleeding
The world will take heed and crashing and crawling
to the ballad of the whiskey ballet!!
I drink a bitter coffee
black, the way I wish
two days old, I drink it cold
to shame the loneliness
I eat a pickled sausage
not even on a dish
in a robe, no one to scold
to shame the loneliness
I watch the television
blank, and pictureless
I sit and stare, who would care
to shame the loneliness
I sleep like in a coffin
dreaming of a kiss
in my clothes, shoes and soles
to shame the loneliness
IF I was a monkey,lived in the zoo.
I swing from the vine,that what I would do.
But IM not a monkey,dont live in the zoo.
So I will drink my JACK DANIALS,give a toast to you.
If the ocean was whiskey,and I was a duck.
I swim to the bottom and never come up.
But the ocean not whiskey,and IM not a duck.
So I will play TEXES HOLDEM,and drink to my luck.
JACK DANIANLS,JACK DANIALS,I cry.
If a car dont roll over me,I will live till I die
If I die meet ST. PETER,at the gate.
If IM drinking my JACK DANIALS,he will have to wait.
JACK DANIALS,JACK DANIALS,cream of the crop.
IM going to drink my JACK DANIALS ,until the day that I drop
When I drop,fall flat on the floor.
IM going to pick my self up,and drink me some more.
I see the blood drip down your neck,
& I go crazy just to get,
a little closer to the spot,
that I can see because its "hott,"
the pain you feel is pleasure too,
it makes you wonder what I'll do,
to get a taste of that luscious blood,
but Im thinking about what its done,
to my friend, and why you're like this,
but thinking now, just to spite its,
pain, I know you are feeling,
I want that feeling, and I want you healing, so as I drink you are wondering,
"will she kill me, what is comming?,"
and so after I am done,
you look at me, like that was fun.
"Now its your turn," I say,
as I cut a little away,
you look excited and you look away,
You see me cringe but you stray,
this excites you,you want it now,
as you begin to drink, you think "WOW!," this is exciting and very, very fun,
but you drink a little too much... IM GONE!
One Couple Of Days all the summer long,
freezing in our coats sang a silent song,
numbered the stars by the light of the sun,
a miserable week — we had such fun.
On broken legs we were dancing a jig,
we swore off the drink while having a swig,
my tale is a farce and absolute fact,
I'm a stable genius, completely cracked!