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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Drunken Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drunken Life<br>I wake up on a Sunday Morning<br>To the sound of cars horning<br>Smelling of booze<br>And a particular ooze</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No wash, no breakfast, no amount of food<br>Can put me in my desired frame of mood<br>All dressed<br>From yesterdays mess<br>I am ready to visit my favourite spot<br>This is where I once fought</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A pub with loads of alcohol<br>Where I can stand up all mighty and tall<br>Six pints of lager<br>And I stagger<br>But hold on it is not yet over<br>For I am in Dover in my Rover<br>Prepared for a sleepover from any type of hangover</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am now boarding a ferry<br>As I am high and merry<br>To Calais a land of gold<br>For the old and bold so I am told<br>I am hoping to smuggle without a fine<br>6 cartons of cigarettes and 6 cartons of wine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the life of a sadistic drunk<br>It’s quite a contrast from that of a monk</div><div style="margin:10px 0">6 shots of spirits<br>And I am ready to vomit<br>So I sit while I take out my kit<br>A special small emergency bucket<br>So I can pour out my juices like a rocket</div><div style="margin:10px 0">People in the city<br>Look at me and feel pity<br>As I beg for change<br>What a shame at my age<br>I still want more<br>For this body is hardcore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the life of a sadistic drunk<br>It’s quite a contrast from that of a monk</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a bottle of beer in one hand<br>I wave it around like a magic wand<br>My head is spinning<br>I am no longer winning<br>I slumber to the street<br>My body has given up in defeat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the life of a sadistic drunk<br>It’s quite a contrast from that of a monk</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I find myself waking up in a cell<br>Just as I dreamt that I fell<br>It is cold and freezing as hell<br>From my face you can easily tell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A policeman says to me<br>By the way I forgot to mention<br>Six more cautions<br>And you will spend the entire winter season<br>In one of the worst prisons</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Please I say, I will not do it again<br>I may be stupid but I am definitely not insane<br>I am immediately released<br>As if infectiously diseased</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Outside I think of some gin and tonic<br>And start to begin to feel quite erotic<br>Stop I say for today<br>I need to take a break<br>For my life is at stake</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the life of a sadistic drunk<br>It’s quite a contrast from that of a monk</div><div style="margin:10px 0">© Sylvia Chidi- 17 October 2005</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sylvia+Chidi">Sylvia Chidi</a><div class=q>
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I wake up on a Sunday Morning
To the sound of cars horning
Smelling of booze
And a particular ooze

No wash, no breakfast, no amount of food
Can put me in my desired frame of mood
All dressed
From yesterdays mess
I am ready to visit m..."></div>
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