Drink
I think we can all relate to this one…
Drink; my friend and enemy
I never know which you’ll be
My moods you effortlessly change
My mind you easily derange
My pocket you empty, with my consent
You leave me penniless, my money spent
I don’t want to see you for a while
I don’t need you to make me smile
I’ll clear my head of your pounding reminder
And to my liver therefore, be much kinder
I’ll see you again, soon, some day
Probably when I’ve just been paid
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