Monday 2 July 2001

One (or More) for the Road...

I’m creaking like a rusty hinge,
Oh deary me, another drinking binge.
Drink it, down it, just for the night,
As tomorrow brings up bile that’s bright.
Goodbye dear kidneys, it’s really time,
Ten vodkas too many, my evil crime.
I give thee water, but now too late,
Bring it on, oh liver sclerosis fate.
The mouth of putridness, yes, this is I,
Too many licked carpets not enough sober pie.

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