Issues and tissues,
whiskey and wine.
Drink em and sink em,
you're gonna be fine.
Then you wake up,
with a pain in your head,
with the issues and tissues,
still waiting in line.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great write. The trouble with trouble is its still there the day after. Enjoyed thanks
Thanks Paul Brooks. You're absolutely right 😀