Piety and sobriety,
not for me,
not for me,
for I like to step forwards drunkenly,
not always but sometimes when the night and the telly has bored me silly,
yes, I drink here and I drink there,
and I wander where I will,
and I stagger everywhere eventually,
and I see double most usually,
but the problems of the world are so great,
that I need some reprieve,
I need to be somewhere else you see,
because life,
life it does get to me,
it does get to me,
and it tires me,
with its monstrous monstrosities,
and its boring inanities that play the devil with me,
and I wish that life was easier but unfortunately it seems never to be,
and so,
I like to step forwards drunkenly,
not always but sometimes when there is company
and I comiserate with those who are suffering lifes miseries,
and we keep each other company,
and yes, I drink here and I drink there,
and I wander where I will,
and I stagger everywhere eventually,
lighter on my feet with the world gone from my shoulders temporarily,
until the morning,
when a headache will come crashing down on me,
and the world is as blurry as can be,
and the stresses of the world are the same,
but I have helped pay for someone’s wages,
and put a smile on their face,
but in the morning my smile is replaced with a look of pain,
and the world,
the world sadly remains filled with its stresses, and unfortunately remains the same.

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