My day is in such a daze I know not what to do All this beer and wine I drink I just don't want to stop
You don't know the life I've had It's this that makes me drink I need to blur reality To take away the pain
Two marriages I've had fail My kids don't want to know me They say their old man's a drunk Ranting, raving and cussin'
A job it seems I cannot get They just don't understand me I need a drink to soothe my nerves And get me through the day
I don't believe when people say That I'm an alcoholic I can stop, if I really want But I enjoy my drinking
If sometimes truth too blurred And I can't tell the difference So what, I don't care It's my version that matters
So I don't care, I'll carry on And drink into oblivion It's what I want that really counts Anyway, I'm a heck of a nice fella
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
This was actually one of my former neighbours....lived next to him for about 15 years when I saw him 4 years later he had managed to...drink into oblivion...he didn't even recognise me...
Comments (1)
Well written poem.