It was becoming a bad habit
Constantly drinking himself to oblivion.
Four Roses was fine Kentucky Straight bourbon
But it couldn’t go on, forever drunk
Vomiting like a slob, covering himself in puke
Waking in the early hours covered in snot and sweat.
He had to get to grips before the grips got him
Time to put the bottle away before he couldn’t
Life was once so straightforward
And then it wasn’t.
©Joe Wilson – Wasted…2021