Poem In A Drunkard's Wallet With A Postscript Poem by nimal dunuhinga

My head spins like the troubled World
And the tumbler's liquid evaporates soon.
Before it runs deep I must swallow
As I have already paid for the stuff.
I like to take one more drink
But no more coins in the wallet
And I am looking for an emergency door to run away
Before I order an another drink.
I gulped it faster but the rear door was locked
And I ordered and ordered like a fluke
Till I got drunk.

P.S.
To be purchased,
2.Foot-Rulers,2.Boxes of pastels,2.Scrap-books,6.Sheets of brown paper,2.HB pencils with a cutter,2.Stencils(English Alphabet) ,2.Erasers and few beginner books with pictures, children to read and do not forget to buy my family planning tablets.