My Friend Johnnie
Drinkin Again
My friend Johnny has rosy cheeks and bloodshot eyes
Charms like the devil and then disappears
Smoke ring clouds roundabout those red eyes
Good at telling jokes and better at making lies
Dances with the girls and has himself a time
But hell has filled that red in his eyes
Breaks every promise and moves down the line
Leaving nothing but a trail of smoke behind
Not sure if he’s real or if he’s alive
But I know he calls out to the divine
And there is death in all of his lies
Nothing but a bitter surprise
And I know I’ll meet him when it’s time
Just before the preacher closes my eyes
And smoke rings fill my casket before I ever say goodbye
Lay me down with my bloodshot eyes
Taste the scotch on my breath
I won’t see you somewhere down the line
About the Creator
Schmalz
Welcome to my page! I am a writer whose interests are vast and believes in the art of the word. In my writing you will find Non-Fiction, Fiction, and poetry in pursuit of the value of language.
Comments (5)
Nice drunken twang to it, so peaty and rich! Smoke of earth, dizzying. Congratulations on Top Story!
Congrats on Top Story! 😳❤️
Whoaaa, this was very emotional! I loved it!
Sad but moving
Whew this was phenomenal ☺️