Lost

(In Drink)

 

Funny ai’nt it, maybe not.

Is it I, I’ve lost the plot, another pint from a pint pot,

I scream and shout I curse and yell and damn you all

to a life in hell.

 

And all of this because I drink, then drink some more,

Then fall asleep in some shop door.

The doorway stinking and all from me, yet awake I can’t see,

What the drink has done for me.

 

So I sleep more, then I forget the things in life that I regret.

Awake again,

Another day,

Another drink helps me on my way.

How did it happen to be this way,

A crazy, hazy, drunken day.

 

I’m lost in drink

Soon I’ll be gone

It’s a wasted life, is a drunken one.

 

 

© Mr Carmine Grimshaw