Drink…

As toxins form and rip my soul

I’m feeling rather queer

I wish at times I took control

Of quantities of beer
As minds are froze in pounding aches

I’m shaking give me more

I’ll find the time to recreate

A mind to be so sore

 

So pour a drink so pour a drink

I want another one

I’ll drink a drink and drink a drink

Until the drink is gone

 

I’m eating lamb all wrapped in naan

I’m shouting out to walls

The English way to drink away

Until our deaths do call…

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