Drink


Posted on December 4th, by Chris Morgan in Poetry. No Comments

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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