Drunkards Poem by tim woodhouse

Drunkards



Sipping my lunchtime coffee over the newspapers, the drunkards entered,
Swore and talked of drink-fuelled fights with wives resented,
Football matches, lost jobs, financial disarray....
I remained aloof, but hope to be like them one day.

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It seems quite an attractive existence; perhaps after I've retired....
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