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Charles Hancock


Bottle Fatigue


His headache is major league
He is a victim of bottle fatigue
He zealously rang in the new year
Partying with bourbon and beer

Yet again she is singing the blues
Knows he's been hitting the booze
She can only forgive up to a point
One day he'll wind up in the joint

The former prom king and queen
Now the liquor makes him mean
Petty promises of reforming his life
But its been nothing but strife

Bags are packed and she is ready
Everything is heaped into the Chevy
The trip home will take a few hours
No time to stop and smell the flowers

Another relationship gone sour
Casualty of perpetual happy hour
Their young love came and went
Because he's alcohol-dependent

Submitted: Tuesday, January 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, January 02, 2013

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