Drinking

It’s a love-hate relationship
See I love getting drunk but I hate getting pissed
And for me the fundamental difference is
Anything more than three pints of Guinness

I like to finish at my limit,
And leave with head held high.
I like to walk and not crawl out as I’m saying my goodbyes

But there are many days
when I forget my inner-sense
Shake my angel from my shoulder and commit to getting bent

And then,
I talk shit,
Let secrets slip,
Shout and swear a lot
And embellish bitterness

And though it’s kind of rubbish
There’s no use in complaining,
Because while I hate being pissed
It’s always entertaining.

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About joberlowbo

A gypsy twitches and throws a needle to the sky. Stitching time and sewing sides, With laughter we dry our tears, Strangle our fears and confront the mirrors smears. Chocolate smudged cheeks. Skin on skin. Sketch pad. Memories fade and are replayed inaccurately and it is actually. Ok.
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