Drunkards Poems - Poems about Drunkards

They sat holding bottles In their hands And armpits Pouring mouthful Of liquor to fill Their hollow stomachs. They gazed at each other As cat and mouse And spoke a lot of Inglish with slain syntax To devirginate Their motherland. The two drunkards! Spoke of a nation's illusions And the wilted state of A nation's elites Raping the cultural norm Who raped the temple? They said something About...

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Sipping cheap draft beer, a brand that's not bad, smoking home-rolled cigarettes cause they remind me of my dad. But if I sit here long enough in this crowded beach bar, starring at the sand I won't care where you are. I'll be happy as a clown painting color on his face Hangin' with my friends in this sunny drunkards...

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I drink a lot of water everyday More than the doctor's advice But in monsoon water is impure In summer water sources unsafe I know, nothing purifies like spirit, So I add my whiskey, just a shot, In every glass of water I drink. I of all will never take any risk....

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. SINNER OR SAINT Sitting at the back pew in church, I looked to the front and beheld a familiar figure, Is it not the drunkard of Miles street? Is it not the smoker of all types? He was in queue for the holy eucharist, And his gaze fixed to the cross in the...

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(8/10/12) There was three of them in an old pickup truck After drinking all night at the GOLDEN DUCK. As the sun was coming up they was screamin and cussin As to what to do next - they was fussin. When seeing this sixteen year old riding her bike to school They started acting like the drunken fools. They started screaming...

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Oh So you think your honest? Wait till you hear me drunk....

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No beer, just stick 2 booze One certainty, we end up loose Funny cos she said "look" "Never thought I was gon pull" Baby and booze? dnt touch ma beer Get it popped and its cheers Break it and he's in tears The talk triggers fear Slide it down d table and its smiles Go non stop on it, and its style Go excess...

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Drunkards are we all Mortality's sweet suckling Inevitable....

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