When I Booze
When I booze
I cruise into a world where I never win but loose
Losing momentarily every sight of my intellectual views
As I suffer from the undesirable up and down blues
Champagne, wine, beers and spirits I abuse
O! dear - There are so many alcoholic drinks to choose
And I speak of this as if it is news
But I do give the perfect snooze
While others stand by and accuse and provide undesirable reviews
When I booze
I hope my actions will be excused
For I could be a total screw
I know that this is bodily abuse
When I see one appear as threes or twos
And I talk like flies with their sounds of ooze
Leaving all those around me feeling very amused
When I booze
I become bold in the midst of my crews
Swimming in unearthly spews and in and out of loos
Demanding regularly my next mixture of alcoholic brew
I have even awoken to find myself covered in tattoos
And I'm always soberly left dazed and confused
As I try to digest and diffuse
But when I booze in moderation
Acquired is good health and life elongation
And I smile for I know
Tomorrow my livers will face no condemnation
And I shall stand and smile knowing that yesterday
I was no fool but rather I was a charming sensation
Copyright 2012 Sylvia Lovina Chidi
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Domestic Abuse
Take a look at the life some choose
Slapped until cheeks are bruised
Kicked till the teeth become loose
Hate and love may be sometimes confused
But the victims always have their own views
And so I watched the accuser
Run back forgivingly to the abuser
And I was certainly not amused
I observe with scorn in my passive silence
People born to massive domestic violence
And the list goes on until I snooze
Some lovers do it due to alcoholic booze
Domestic abuse flows with blows and shoes
Personal confidence is reduced
Regular beatings are introduced
Until there is no more aggressive juice
While the culprit is always on the loose
Victims of domestic abuse
It is time to break loose
From this low esteem glaring excuse
Or tomorrow you will sow the final bad news
poem by Sylvia Chidi (2009)
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1st of December
You must remember
Tomorrow is the first of December
It is time to start thinking
Of your new year resolutions
Avoid unnecessary temptations
Prevention is better than finding solutions
Give up the cigarette
Forget the day you first met
Give to the poor
Not after but before
Greet the elderly
With respect very carefully
Think of positive change
It is always there at close range
Give up the booze
It only stinks of ooze
Set aside time to pray
Set aside time to play
If you have to
Why not change your ways
Tomorrow is the first of December
Remember, a new beginning
Is always the way forward to winning
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
www.sylviachidi.co.uk
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Wino
(ronnie van zant - rickey medlocke - allen collins)
Wino on the street. drinkin a bottle of booze
Aint got nothing to say, yeah. and he dont got much to lose
Times are on his face. blisters on his brain
Wonders whos at fault. knows that hes to blame
Thinks back on his childhood and wonders the reasons why
Why some men have made it rich. why some men have cried
Reached out his hand, lord. for a nickel or a dime
Livin every day, yeah, for one more taste of wine
Wino, soon youve got to choose
How long must you take abuse
Wino, you wasnt born to lose
Sweet wine is making you a fool
Wino on the street. drinkin a bottle of booze
Aint got nothing to say, yeah. and he dont got much to lose
I want to help him out with his troubles and woes
I guess hes a happy young man. God in heaven only knows
Wino, soon youve got to choose
How long must you take abuse
Wino, you wasnt born to lose
Sweet wine is making you a fool
Yonder come a man, now this I know
Now you better find some place to go
Yonder come a man to take you downtown
He dont want you hanging around
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Alcoholic Blues
You're an alcoholic but not a smoker -
What else is there to say?
Your poetry is mediocre -
It's been another lousy day.
You used to think
If you had a drink
Your blues would go away -
But now you know that isn't true
So you haven't had a drink today.
Well done, old boy!
But there's no joy,
So what are you going to do?
You're dead inside, and lonely too
And bored and in despair.
Your fellow alcoholics care -
They say, 'If you choose
To turn again to booze
You've a hell of a lot to lose! '
You'd lose your peace of mind, I guess.
The answer's 'Yes,
But wouldn't it be nice
To ignore this sound advice,
To relax, chill out, and have a little happiness?
Or at least to write a decent verse,
Something pungent, moving, terse,
Transcending this alcoholic's curse! ! ! '
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Mexicali Blue
Laid back in an old saloon, with a peso in my hand,
Watchin' flies and children on the street,
And I catch a glimpse of black-eyed girls who giggle when I smile,
There's a little boy who wants to shine my feet.
And it's three days ride from Bakersfield and I don't know why I came.
I guess I came to keep from payin' dues.
So instead I've got a bottle and a girl who's just fourteen,
And a damn good case of the Mexicali Blues. Yeh!
Is there anything a man don't stand to lose,
When the devil wants to take it all away?
Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze,
Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all I have today.
She said her name was Billy Jean and she was fresh in town.
I didn't know a stage line ran from Hell.
She had raven hair, a ruffled dress, a necklace made of gold,
All the french perfume you'd care to smell.
She took me up into her room and whispered in my ear,
"Go on, my friend, do anything you choose."
Now I'm payin' for those happy hours I spent there in her arms,
With a lifetime's worth of the Mexicali Blues.
Is there anything a man don't stand to lose,
When the devil wants to take it all away?
Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze
Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all I have today.
And then a man rode into town, some thought he was the law.
Billy Jean was waitin' when he came.
She told me he would take her, if I didn't use my gun,
I'd have no one but myself to blame.
I went down to those dusty streets, blood was on my mind.
I guess that stranger hadn't heard the news
Cause I shot first and killed him, Lord, he didn't even draw
And he made me trade the gallows for the Mexicali Blues.
Is there anything a man don't stand to lose
When he lets a woman hold him in her hands?
He just might find himself out there on horseback in the dark
Just ridin' and runnin' across those desert sands
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Glad To Live
With blues sung,
And the drinking of booze done...
Strung out I am now,
On life.
Habits and addicting vices,
Once craved to feed my appetite...
Are gone.
There are much fresher commitments,
I anticipate to visit.
With blues sung,
And the drinking of booze I use to do,
Done and not missed.
I am here!
And no longer curious...
about that happiness I use to fear,
I'd never know.
And I am glad to live to know and show,
This life within me I've got!
Oh yes,
I am glad to live!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mexicali Blues
Laid back in an old saloon, with a peso in my hand,
Watchin flies and children on the street,
And I catch a glimpse of black-eyed girls who giggle when I smile,
Theres a little boy who wants to shine my feet.
And its three days ride from bakersfield and I dont know why I came.
I guess I came to keep from payin dues.
So instead Ive got a bottle and a girl whos just fourteen,
And a damn good case of the mexicali blues. yeh!
Is there anything a man dont stand to lose,
When the devil wants to take it all away?
Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze,
Cause thinkin and drinkin are all I have today.
She said her name was billy jean and she was fresh in town.
I didnt know a stage line ran from hell.
She had raven hair, a ruffled dress, a necklace made of gold,
All the french perfume youd care to smell.
She took me up into her room and whispered in my ear,
Go on, my friend, do anything you choose.
Now Im payin for those happy hours I spent there in her arms,
With a lifetimes worth of the mexicali blues.
Is there anything a man dont stand to lose,
When the devil wants to take it all away?
Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze
Cause thinkin and drinkin are all I have today.
And then a man rode into town, some thought he was the law.
Billy jean was waitin when he came.
She told me he would take her, if I didnt use my gun,
Id have no one but myself to blame.
I went down to those dusty streets, blood was on my mind.
I guess that stranger hadnt heard the news
Cause I shot first and killed him, lord, he didnt even draw
And he made me trade the gallows for the mexicali blues.
Is there anything a man dont stand to lose
When he lets a woman hold him in her hands?
He just might find himself out there on horseback in the dark
Just ridin and runnin across those desert sands.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Solid Booze
And we are growing along spiritual lines
Will never mean we should stop to have big fun time
Oh oh oh
Should it be for the very first of all to pray
And to report it to your next in an effective way
But whatever our ideals turn to be
We must be willing to break it through
We must be willing to make amends where we
Ever have to put some harm on too
She is my she's my all
She is my all surrounding solid booze you know
She is my all surrounding solid booze you know
She is my all surrounding solid booze you know
And we are growing along the spiritual lines
Would never mean we should believe in all those
Different kinds
Oh oh oh
Could it be the very first of all to recognize
Its the better sense to take it once and give it twice
But whatever our ideals turn out to be
We should be willing to break it through
We should be willing to realize
That attitudes have got us too
She is my
She's my all
song performed by by Falco
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That Was Part One. Maybe Part Two Needs Review
In the meantime,
Save up all your nickles and dimes...
And make yourself that charity case.
Goodbye.
Good luck.
This enviroment I'm in,
Needs to be replaced.
And in the meantime,
You can stop that whining you sigh...
And lift yourself over hurdles that appear.
My leaving you will help you find,
What's been missing for years...
Between both of your ears.
You chose to booze up when you wanted to.
You chose to do what you wanted to do.
You choose to eliminate a listening to hear.
Now you think I want you close...
Although distant when I wish you near?
That was part one.
Maybe part two needs review!
You chose to booze up when you wanted to.
You chose to do what you wanted to do.
You choose to eliminate a listening to hear.
Now you think I want you close...
Although distant when I wish you near?
'Come here.
You don't have to say it twice.
Come here,
I know what you need and like.'
Oh no,
I'm not attracted to defeat.
I know...
How to stand on my own two feet.
And I,
Wish not to ever repeat...
Being alone while you roam the streets.
Oh no,
I'm not attracted to defeat.
I know...
How to stand on my own two feet.
And I,
Wish not to ever repeat...
Being alone while you roam the streets.
In the meantime,
Save up all your nickles and dimes...
And make yourself that charity to give.
That charity case I found a waste.
And in the meantime,
You can stop that whining you sigh...
And lift yourself over hurdles that appear.
The ones you believe I'll await you to clear.
You chose to booze up when you wanted to.
You chose to do what you wanted to do.
You choose to eliminate a listening to hear.
Now you think I want you close...
When really what I'm wishing is that you disappear.
Give me a hammer or a tambourine!
Oh no,
I'm not attracted to defeat.
I know...
How to stand on my own two feet.
And I,
Wish not to ever repeat...
Being alone while you roam the streets.
And in the meantime,
You can stop that whining you sigh.
In the meantime,
Save up all your nickles and dimes.
And don't even try,
To ask me for change!
That's all I've ever done.
There is no pleading from me,
That 'we' shall overcome.
The singing of that tune has long been overdone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Surfer Joe & Moe The Sleaze
Heres a story about surfer joe
He caught the big one, but he let it go
Theres somebody satisfied with winning.
Back on the boardwalk theres moe the sleaze
Sells good things and aims to please
Hes almost even but he doesnt mind a handout.
Come on down for a pleasure cruise
Were all going on a pleasure cruise
Come on down for a pleasure cruise
Plenty of women, plenty of booze.
Give your ticket to moe the sleaze
Hes the one thats weak in the knees
His pants are baggy, but you can see them shaking.
Ill introduce you to surfer joe
He may be there, I really dont know
We can smoke garfong and watch him ride the big one.
Come on down for a pleasure cruise
Were all going on a pleasure cruise
Come on down for a pleasure cruise
Plenty of women, plenty of booze.
Come on down, come on down
Come on down, come on.
Heres a story about surfer joe
He caught the big one, and he let it go
Theres somebody satisfied with winning.
Heres a story about surfer joe
He caught the big one, and he let it go
Hes somebody satisfied with winning.
Hes somebody.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Politically Correct
Throw the bums out!
And restock the bars,
With non-alcoholic beverages.
That's the politically correct thing to do,
To eliminate the stench of booze...
From the halls of justice!
And perhaps the screwing will end too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Death of a Poet
Have you heard the latest news?
Our Hero's got the blues
And he's drowning them in booze.
It's just the way he copes,
It's better than watching soaps -
He says T.V.'s for dopes!
He isn't shedding tears,
Though he could cry a river,
He's having a few beers
And ruining his liver.
They told him not to drink
(They gave him strict instructions)
What does the bloody fool think?
It's spoiling his productions!
But no-one gives a toss
About the death of a poet,
It's not that much of a loss
And he should damn well know it!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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I Don't Need The Booze
(toni dae/joy swines)
I've been known to tie one on and honky tonk til half past three
But the party don't get started til my baby pours her love on me
She's a hundred proof, lord she's smooth
She makes me moan all night long
So i don't need the booze to get a buzz on
I've tried it all from tennessee whiskey
To ozark mountain moonshine
But it's her sweet love that packs the punch
And keeps me higher than a georgia pine
Mr southern comfort don't come in a bottle
I get a double shot of love home grown
So i don't need booze to get a buzz on
My little country girl makes my head whirl and my knees begin to shake
No i can't walk no chalk line i ain't a talking or a thinking straight
I'm hooked on my baby's love there ain't nothing in a jug this strong
And i don't need the booze to get a buzz on
I've tried it all from tennessee whiskey
To ozark mountain moonshine
Bu it's her sweet love that packs the punch
And keeps me higher than a georgia pine
Mr southern comfort don't come in a bottle
I get a double shot of love home grown
So i don't need booze to get a buzz on
I wear a blue ribbon grin every now and then
But i don't need that to get stoned
I don't need the booze to get a buzz on
No i don't need the booze to get a buzz on
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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With Assistance You Can Win Back Your Pride
I'm not an ''alkie'' but I enjoy a drink,
My intake I can never remember,
My friends are saying I'm on the brink,
Of the pub I'm an honorary member.
I never take notes of how much I've had,
Nor how many times I go out,
They look upon me as a Jack the lad,
I certainly don't behave like a lout.
Am I aggressive well that would depend?
I don't go looking for fights,
But if I'm pushed myself I'll defend,
I'm entitled to protect my rights.
I miss the odd workday here and there,
But that's nothing to do with the booze,
So before you start let me make you aware,
I will always do what I choose.
Drink has no bearing on my state of health,
I'm as fit as an athlete I'd say,
I'll admit it does take its toll on my wealth,
But I'm fine when I get my next pay.
I always had company but not anymore,
They're saying I was becoming a pain,
When drinking my aggression would come to the fore,
I'll never speak to any of them again.
I drink alone now I can take what I like,
I'm sick of them nipping my head,
Every one of them can go take a hike,
I enjoy getting out of my head.
I buy from superstores and corner shops,
You get far more booze for your money,
In the public bars you get charged for their slops,
With my cargo I'm the bee in the honey.
I've lost my job now why I don't know,
They're saying I was out of control,
Being blind drunk at work I'd hit a new low,
A hair of the dog I would always extol.
I don't have a problem despite what they say,
That's what I wanted to believe,
At least that's the message I was trying to convey,
It was myself I was trying to deceive.
I controlled alcohol not the other way round,
My dependency I would try to defend,
All over the house there was drink to be found,
My condition I could no longer defend.
The next thing I knew I had lost my house,
My wife couldn't stand all the lying,
She said my behaviour was that of a louse,
That she couldn't bear to watch me dying.
My children and parents tried their best,
But their moaning I could no longer stand,
They were just the same as all the rest,
Being deceitful and so underhand.
My ill health was something I wouldn't admit,
Though at times it made me quite pensive,
Despite my state I refused to quit,
My addiction was far too extensive.
I looked in the mirror and thought of the cost,
Was this worth losing all that I love?
Staring back was this stranger I thought I had lost,
This was divine intervention from above.
I'm an alcoholic I finally admitted,
The reality then hit me in the face,
The pieces of this jigsaw finally fitted,
To those around me I have been a disgrace.
It was then I tasted some humble pie,
Friends and family then all rallied round,
They told me they didn't want to see me die,
Working together a new start could be found.
My liver was ravaged beyond repair,
Though it's not alcohol, on which I'll lay blame,
The fault lies with me, fair and square,
Blaming others well that's pretty lame.
I'm well on the road to recovery now,
No alcohol is how I must live,
It's now I admit I was addicted and how,
Abuse of alcohol just does not forgive.
There is a road back that you can pursue,
But only you and you alone can decide,
If you have the willpower to see it through,
'' With Assistance You Can Win Back Your Pride ''
You are my ‘Perfect Mismatch’
Yesterday I was arriving in your heart to stay
But today I am driving far, far away
Once again I can breathe clean fresh air
At ease, I dance, let loose my hair without despair
I thought I show you love with awesome care
But to myself I was never playing fair and square
I've spent my life looking for the perfect match
But it’s been seven years of patch, patch and patch
Now! I don’t care if I have to start from scratch
O! Dear, you dear are my perfect mismatch!
How could I choose you from multiple batches?
O! Dear, you dear are my perfect mismatch!
Yesterday I let my down my guide
But today, I will not drown, I will not hide
Once I thought you loved me for being me
There were times, I cried, hoping again to be free
I hope you can relate and understand
I only refer to a brand of boring husbands
Then I was full of vanity, I let go of my identity
Money and fame without love sung my song of destiny
I had years of stuff and conversation that was shallow
Yesterday I stooped low, my personal pleasures I let go
I was on the famous girl and boy dream march
Expensive clothes, champagne and a luxury yacht
I thought marriage can last with the right catch
Yes! With the perfect man, my plan is hatched!
Please my dear! Don’t blame me for those affairs
There is something about you I simply could not bear
Now! I don’t care if I have to start from scratch
O! Dear, you dear are my perfect mismatch!
How could I choose you from multiple batches?
O! Dear, you dear are my perfect mismatch!
Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi
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Once Too Many Times
I had one too many
A thousand would'nt be enough
Yesterday is gone
Today is a new day
Insanity! go away
I've accepted the things I can't change
If tragedy hits
Life is the pits
So don't turn to booze
You'll surely lose
I can't drown my sorrows
In booze no more
I'm gonna hit a meeting
Instead of a liquor store
I'm sick and tired of living in pain
Sick and tired of living in shame
I must change my ways
Before I go insane
So young lads
Please, don't tread on the rocks, I stumbled on
Don't be a boozer
Sure enough
You will be a loser
poem by Matt Mondschein
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I'm The Widow Of An Alcoholic
He was mild mannered and I loved him so much,
When we met I knew he was the one,
If I was ever in trouble he was always my crutch,
But inside he was a smoking gun.
We'd enjoy a beer and a glass of fine wine,
Enjoy burgers at the barbecue,
With friends and family we'd usually dine,
Then the odd drink became more than a few.
The man we loved became snappy,
Saying things we could not understand,
He would suddenly become so unhappy,
Soon his comments would get out of hand.
He'd shout at the children for just breathing,
Leaving them totally fraught,
His behaviour would then have me seething,
Which would leave us all feeling distraught.
The following day when he got out of bed,
I would try to take him to task,
When I asked him about those things he'd said,
His reply was always, '' please don't ask ''
Was it pressure of work or was it just me,
My excuses became pretty lame,
Because I loved him I refused to see,
It was him who was entirely to blame.
He started to come home smelling of drink,
To say obnoxious is me being mild,
I had to find out just what was the link,
We did not deserve being reviled.
I started to find alcohol all over the house,
In wardrobes and under the stairs,
Half empty bottles hidden by my spouse,
When confronted he'd say, '' who cares ''
He wouldn't talk he'd refuse to discuss,
His only comment was, '' I've nothing to say ''
Apart from the fact I was making a fuss,
About nothing as things were okay.
His friends and family then disappeared,
They just couldn't take any more,
His alcohol problems were far worse than feared,
What is happening to the man we adore.
He then lost his license he could no longer drive,
After that he lost his employment,
As time went by his health took a dive,
He was losing his sense of enjoyment.
We all tried our best but it was never enough,
Then came the physical abuse,
It was then I decided, yes it was tough,
I wouldn't listen to another excuse.
We gave up our life we gave up trying,
Though we'd struggled for so many years,
We could no longer watch the man we love dying,
He was confirming all our worst fears.
He gave up his children he deserted his wife,
Before we knew it he'd become overawed,
His addiction took over his entire life,
When alcohol became his one God.
Drink will destroy you if you lose control,
It will fill your whole life with regret,
On all those around you it will take it's toll,
That's something you must never forget.
Yes it's addictive but you can get assistance,
But that decision must come from ''YOUR'' heart,
If you continue your denial and total resistance,
Your whole world will be torn apart.
The misuse of booze affects far more than you,
There are many others who will end up abused,
You'll end up in the gutter that much is true,
For your addiction you will stand accused.
Alcohol is a killer so don't be misled,
It isn't all about fun and frolic,
How do I know that you'll end up dead,
‘' I'm The Widow Of An Alcoholic ‘'
When U Drink Ur Booze
When u drink ur booze
N u drink it slow
N reach for the doorknob
N miss the whole do’
Ur not drunk, u just been drinkin
When u drink ur booze
N u drink it red
N reach for the pillow
N miss the whole bed
Ur not drunk, u just been drinkin
When u drink ur booze
N u drink it fast
N reach behind u
N can’t touch your own ass
Ur not drunk, ur wasted
poem by P.R. Prosper
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Villon's Straight Tip to All Cross Coves
"Tout aux tavernes et aux filles."
Suppose you screeve? or go cheap-jack?
Or fake the broads? or fig a nag?
Or thimble-rig? or knap a yack?
Or pitch a snide? or smash a rag?
Suppose you duff? or nose and lag?
Or get the straight, and land your pot?
How do you melt the multy swag?
Booze and the blowens cop the lot.
Fiddle, or fence, or mace, or mack;
Or moskeneer, or flash the drag;
Dead-lurk a crib, or do a crack;
Pad with a slang, or chuck a fag;
Bonnet, or tout, or mump and gag;
Rattle the tats, or mark the spot;
You can not bank a single stag;
Booze and the blowens cop the lot.
Suppose you try a different tack,
And on the square you flash your flag?
At penny-a-lining make your whack,
Or with the mummers mug and gag?
For nix, for nix the dibbs you bag!
At any graft, no matter what,
Your merry goblins soon stravag:
Booze and the blowens cop the lot.
THE MORAL
It's up the spout and Charley Wag
With wipes and tickers and what not.
Until the squeezer nips your scrag,
Booze and the blowens cop the lot.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Be Brave!
Be brave! They say, but they don't know
The terrors that I've seen!
Pink elephants with eyes that glow
That glare and look so mean!
Those elephants can really roar,
Like trumpets from their trunks!
Then they taunt me with their encore,
They dance as if they're hunks!
They may look hunks to someone else,
As they prance on the ground,
But I wish they'd say their farewells,
I don't like them around!
You've never seen long tusks their size!
Like spears from left to right!
I put my hands upon my eyes!
I just can't stand the sight!
Pink elephants! They're everywhere!
The cops won't do a thing...
They smile at me like they don't care,
Say I'm imagining!
I don't take drugs and don't drink booze!
God's got it in for me!
They'll lock me up, won't let me loose,
They'll throw away the key!
At last, I'm all alone, at last!
This padded cell is great...
No longer feeling quite downcast...
The catering's first rate...
I think I'll stay here for a while...
No trunks, no tusks, no ears...
In fact, that thought sure makes me smile...
I could stay here for years...
poem by Denis Martindale
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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