A work of fiction, which could be real...But to be too sure, It's not about
My own story like deal. This story is not real but could be about
somebody else out there some where else.
That bottle of beer...
Oh dear, oh dear!
Sent Me flying as reeling so far and near...
What will I do? Oh dear, oh dear!
The fall and it's spillage of blood do I fear...
When I fall flat to my face, Oh dear, oh dear!
Shards of glass impregnated to rear...
To my rear, all bloodied, dear!
Too many nights, of drinking, goes on...
After I've lied to myself, what a great con?
Telling Myself that quitting will be so much easy...
Awakened in mornings, feeling dizzy and queasy!
Nary a drink be on hand to hand...
Easily grasped, to drink the band.
Music and partying is but an excuse...
While playing many hands of poker,
an ace or a deuce?
What will taste so bitter and bland?...
A drink or two in every hand.
Beer in mouth and down throat.it slides...
I'd be better off, marrying a bottle of Ale's old Bride.
I am not an alcoholic or drinker too much...
Not even a stumbling, lush!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem