Hanging out and getting drunk in a bar
is who YOU are.
What you need to see is that isn't me,
so for this and a few other things I need to set you free.
Sitting there drinking with my butt on a stool,
getting drunk acting stupid
is only making me out to be a fool,
and the whole time I think I am being cool.
Having enough booze in me....
I went ahead and had the gall
to step up and place a telephone call,
I don't remember the exact words I said,
now I have to deal with her anger
in my heart and in my head.
This is not my life style, the bar isn't my place,
I feel like such a disgrace,
when I get the chance my close friend
I will tell you this to your face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece about regret. Life is full of choices. And taking responsiblity for those choices is yet another choice. Isn't life grand?