Teflon coated

Stuck in society,stuff the sobriety,let the Pope have his piety and I’ll have a beer,but as I peer into the glass,I see things come to pass,like the storming of walls,I see governments fall in the wastelands of Islands where soldier crabs hold hands and climb up the stairways,sideways,
are they drunk?
I have sunk all my wealth into gin and bad health,what is there left for me?but the beer,fuck society,
I need to drink to forget,to wet the baby’s head before I sleep and wake up half dead,but a half life is some life and some life is better than no life I think,
so I think I shall sink ever deeper in drink until I stop thinking.
Drinking’s a curse but it could be much worse,
I could be
a poet.


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