Sad Drink Poems

Where to run?
There's nowhere to go
Where to hide?
I can't go below

I cry, I cry
I sigh, I sigh

The world's a mess
As am I 
So when I'm...

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I wish I could do a pub crawl
go out and go real mad
I wish I could do a pub crawl
But it would really make me...

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I started out as a pretty rose bud,
the rains are coming maybe even a flood.
Then the bright sun will come out,
my pedals open up without...

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Speeches peaches,
Just like leeches,
Sucking my blood,
Sucking my nards,
It’s really hards,
Just like a rock,
They’re in my sock!...

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Please forgive the things I do
I'm just looking out for you
To do good I have to lie
Giving it just one more try
Going for a ride...

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barely adult male
lacking abilities needs
aimless future trials~
driven working family 
young man dies by drunk driver...

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Spice tea is for me,  
hot with honey on a cold winter's day.  
Pretty pink rose cups,  
are filled to the top...

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I am the coffee cup,  
holding the coffee which is God.  
He fills me with sweetness and warmth,  
so others can enjoy...

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Stirring my hot or cold tea, 
with fresh honey from a bee. 
I must not get stung, 
or this sweet drink will hurt my tongue....

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You know…I like drinking, 
But I’m not sure I like drunk. 
Because then I’m stuck thinking 
About the depths to which I’ve sunk. 

All the...

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I’ll have just one more drink, my friend,
then I really must be heading home.
I’ve stayed away far too long now,
and I’ve left her waiting all...

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Shelves filled with all kinds of books,
will take a plain wall and make it pretty,
this makes real beauty for you and I.


Maybe some hot rose...

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I knew a man once
who fell head first
into a vat of being

- so poor, so poor
- so poor was he

surviving solely 
on food and drink
the...

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The pink sand makes my soft bed,  
a cool breeze covers me like a blanket.  
The palm trees are swaying,  
swaying to...

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To Atbin.

Another flick, a spark,
once more awakened the past
Illustrating memories,
are alive and always last.

I recall your visage with
its veins, its charm, and grace
Some invisible griefs,
behind...

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