Bad Drunk


Can I drink at three?
Are you judging me?
I could do with break
Oh for goodness sake!
Oh judge  why not?
I’ll take what I’ve got.
Yeah, I’m a little drunk
Two of three drinks sunk
Or a higher amount
Yeah, I lost count
So what?
Ain’t smoking pot!
Maybe I should
You think I would?
Love yer trust
Bit unjust! ☹
You say I’m wrecked!
So you’re perfect?!
You don’t understand ☹
My life is bland.
I see you’re pissed!
I’ve got the gist.
Well fuck you
I wish you knew
Ye don’t understand
Yer head’s in the sand
I need to drink
I’m on the brink!
You don’t care
It’s not fair
Hate my life –
and being a wife!

The morning after
Oh no.
Let the drink flow
Did we fight?
You alright?
Didn’t mean it
Don’t want to split
Was in a strop
Need to stop
Overdid it
I should quit
Or just cut down
Not go to town
Need a long lie
I’m gonna die

Sadly, I know a few people who end up like this after a night out.  I suppose the question is, why?

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Beautiful Friend


Medicine for my soul,

that’s you;

beautiful friend alcohol.

I exhale

before you even touch my lips –

that’s your power.


Caressing when I’m bleak,

smothered by your kisses

‘til I’m weak.

Gasping for breath,

I lose it.


Feeling useless, uncertain –

you cajole me with your clutch.

Buying me confidence,

cockiness – too much,

I lose it.


You beg for more.

Secret companion,

my main vice,

you’re too commanding.

I’m losing.


I’m not me anymore.

Thoughts are suffocating.

You’re taking over,


I want out.


In response to the word prompt vice

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