Drunkard Poem by Felix Otiende

DRUNKARD
No friend, no company, no one is my close friend,
Only liquor
Even the Barman calls me' A good for nothing, all time drunkard'
The whole world has count me out
Even the closest family has turned against me

The night has come ' The wife of the devil's
I'm happy, proud of every grief
It's slavery for couple of days
The debts of my forefathers are like a york on my neck
I will repay that at any cost
And be free

Let me drink to my grave; I won't sleep without my liquor
Am a habituated alcoholic
And am not stopping soon; night and day are same
Mosquitoes come we story for the night.
You are the only one who benefits from me
My freedom will come from the east.
©Fely g