Boozing Poems - Poems about Boozing

...You think you’re riding high, so high falutin’: the fact is, you’re the dumbest ox in town. There’s no-one as unfunny as a clown: reforming is a thing, but you’re just looting. Repudiating allies......

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... On grave stones you can read sentiments like these: Don’t lay flowers, please; I have awful allergies. Don’t be fooled; I’m dead, if I wasn’t then, I am now. If you find my graveston......

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...Everyone enjoying Beers moving Wines moving Forks jazzing with plates Music in the air Dancing all over Eating to the fullest Boozing beers Slow music in air That is party time. ......

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... How many grave sites should be prepared for me? Just one. For Robert Johnson, there were three, all in the Mississippi Delta: Morgan City, Quito, and (near) Greenwood. Which is right? Do we KNOW......

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...The walls are made with dollar bills They're paper thin and made for thrills Drifting at sea without wind at my sails I'm boozing on ales and lamenting the ails And there might be a storm brewing......

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...Foggy monday Mourning sunday Saturday blackout Death by boozing Friday bruiser Thursdays web of mid-week loser Wednesday filled with pills and shots Drink it up with Tuesdays lot Foggy Monday ......

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...Woman, woman that I loved uncommonly Several springs ago When the weather was good and callow When the wind whistled swiftly, low and slow Oh! Woman, you were young, strong and sparkling Darling......

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...He watched her leave that autumn day Yet he seemed to not know why His boozing should have given it away All he heard next were echoes of her goodbye Years later he thought of that moment ......

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...7/22/21 People continuing to show hate As if they themselves are so great While the planet continues to rotate Boy you need a lot more than Colgate You thought it did, but it carried no weig......

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...I strolled through the local cemetery the other day And here are some epitaphs I observed along the way: Cletus O'Toole lies herein Too much boozing done him in! Here lies a gambler molding i......

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...Walking like a dead man on down the boulevard, once life seemed so easy when did it get so hard. Trying to earn a living, out to make a buck. Hoping to keep the roof on, I just ran out of lu......

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...Loss, like love, is a state of being It can’t be explained , it has no meaning It will fill your world, excluding the rest It will last for ever, it can’t be suppressed. But if you have loss y......

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...ALLITERATION ON MY PERSONAL LINES© Accolades for an accountable and artistic "alien". Although, adversaries aspire to amplify my Achilles' heel, Boring born brainless bold bastards Bombard bonafi......

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...At ten o’clock each morning, the Barley Tavern opens up its door, and every now and then I saunter down, just making sure, that Ken the barman hasn’t slept in, so he might need a call, to satisfy ......

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... Jumbled jewels all glisten Ready for a stint imprisoned Stuck in setting glory losing Witness to debauchery and boozing Bound in filth a nugget found Pasture yields a bounty fast ......

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