To be honest i’de rather be drinking a tea
But I find myself stuck with a Jack.
I find that I don’t have too much of a choice
But you know what? I’ll never look back.
It’s a choice that I made to be drunk when I want,
Try to make sense of all that I do.
When I open another sweet bottle of booze
(I will drink what you would drink for two.)
Many years I have tortured my insides with grain
Never once with a bad head to show
But the bank cries each week as I kill my accounts
and I smile as my happiness grows.
Published by dec247h
Ex soldier, father, party girl and generally nice guy taking time out to do as he pleases! one day i will make it back to the UK, but i aint in a hurry!
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