I’m just leaning here,
Casually propping up the bar,
Thinking to myself,
I don’t have a drinking problem,
It goes down well,
It’s my tonic,
Beers and ciders,
Whiskies and spirits of all shades,
Absinthe ambrosia,
I don’t have a drinking problem,
It makes the world clearer,
As my vision blurs,
I don’t have a drinking problem,
It’s no issue at all,
Stumbling home,
It’s the right way to travel,
Inebriation has become a hobby,
Maybe a way of life,
The pangs begin,
Perhaps,
Just perhaps,
I have a drinking problem.
I see drinking as a hobby too lol. And that’s probably not great….
Relatable and well written!
Haha, I know the feeling all too well! Thank you kindly!
The Oldschool Harlequin
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