Nothing like a drink.
I should know.
Ask those filthy guys on the high street
who scream obscenities at the sky,
they know too.
If drink can keep them happy
in the state they're in
then it must be great.
Aah, booze.
You've got to love it.
I wouldn't give it up
for God's balls
and a nutcracker.
ETHEREALLY GRAPHIC ENDING...BUT ALL IN ALL ONE MUST CONSIDER ANY GENUINE EFFORT OF THE SILENT WORD TO BE ACKNOWLEDGED AS ARTFORM, & blind to personal view.poetry is very personal...but to the poet's offerage...not the readers opinion...YOU HAVE SOLID TALENT, DECLAN...FJR
The parody at the end is priceless excellent mate. One point though those filty guys scream at the sky because of drink! ! ! Great poem Seamus
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I would like to translate this poem
me neither! keep writing, Declan. you've got some great talent and observation. Jake