Your Friend
Is the Alcohol
Well good morning to you
Come on up out of bed,
How’s your stomach
Do you have a sore head?
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Played up last night did you
And won’t do it again,
But you’ve got a problem
And you’ll need your friend!!!
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Maybe a problem is not what it takes
Perhaps it’s just habit for you,
Again the promise, you’ll behave yourself
You’ll only have one or two.
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Then once again
The night is a blur,
You’ve no idea what happened
What really did occur?
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But who are you fooling
You’ve lost your soul,
Your family all know it
You friend’s the alcohol.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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