Earlier times

I’m trying hard not to think of taking a drink at this time in the morning but the day’s like a chasm that I cannot bridge and there’s two pints of electric sat in the fridge, voltage for my tonsils, how to justify this trying defeats me and the drink’s sat there leering, saying come…

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Under a Spanish Sun #9

It’s easy if I don’t think don’t blink and just drink myself into a stupor absolutely super. Too many daybreaks headaches heartaches and it all takes its toll. If I stay sober long enough I can get through this feeling of feeling rough and do proper stuff, if I tough it out, say no to…

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Fools and fancies

I anesthetized myself with fifteen pints of Olde English, fuck good health I’m going down. But coming round when the pounding in my head reminds me that I can’t be dead is a drawback. Yet Olde English sounds so quaint, believe me folks and yokels it ain’t, the locals where I live give free stretchers…

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A free identity with every litre

  drink to excess drunk you’re a mess   if only   I smoke alcohol it saves on the glasses, they say that girls make passes at boys who save glasses   if that’s true where are they?   Sunday I smell liquor on the vicar the sermon is a shambles, drunk the vicar rambles…

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