Drink your problems away drink your sorrow away drink your life away
problems arise but you drink memories away.
Wife complains drink that bitch away
Kids complain drink them away
Parents complain oh fuck yeah reach for that bottle
But in reality drinking your woes away makes you weak I should
know cause that was me my past my dark passion.
I look at my past point and laugh cause my shackles have been severed
I am free I paved my path with a chizzle and hammer.
Drink or be drinking in your infernal prison that is the question.
A poem for drinkers you know how you are
problems arise but you drink memories away.
Wife complains drink that bitch away
Kids complain drink them away
Parents complain oh fuck yeah reach for that bottle
But in reality drinking your woes away makes you weak I should
know cause that was me my past my dark passion.
I look at my past point and laugh cause my shackles have been severed
I am free I paved my path with a chizzle and hammer.
Drink or be drinking in your infernal prison that is the question.
A poem for drinkers you know how you are
Category Poetry / All
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I see that. I just thought I'd make a statement against drinking, because I won't be caught with a beer, dead or alive. Only once has someone offered me a bottle of beer, and in anger I threw it on the concrete and watched the bottle explode. I said, "Does that answer your question?" He ran away, and he was never seen (by me anyway) again.
That's the emotional side of this tiger.
That's the emotional side of this tiger.
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