As Friday fast approaches
Patience wearing thin.
You made a cheeky promise.
A weekend staying in.

I'll let my liver have a rest
You said it loud and clear.
But now the texts are rolling in
From mates that didn't hear.

Trying to ignore that beersome urge
You wont give up the fight.
But snapping off your weak old arm
You'll go for just the one... RIGHT?

That first cold pint was easy.
Now the sun comes out.
Just one more then. ' For the road' 
Famous words of doubt.

You've really got the taste for it.
Love the way you feel
Fith trip to the toilet 
Since you broke that seal.

Now your getting on it.
Feeling proper pissed.
A rather angry other half
From all the calls  you missed.

Growing beery minerals.
Answering your phone
You say those words of wisdom
"I've half left and I'm home"

A few more beers it is then 
Shots flying down the hatch.
You know your in shit anyway
The door ain't on the latch.

Last orders bell has spoken
Your lost in beery fog
What was the point in going home
When dinners in the dog?

Card  declined your out of cash..
Time to rock and roll
You have to face the music.
It's you that dug your hole.

Working on your acting skills
Harder than before.
Look sober, Straight and upright
As you approach your door.

Your luck is In. Its open.
You crack a beery grin.
But deep down you have no idea 
How much shit your in. 

Karen Megson 
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APRIL 2019