Drrrrriiiiiiink!

by Mark Rawlins   Oct 1, 2015


Four - Three! Four - Three?
The City stink.
Poor me! Poor me!
Pour me a drink.
More lager, more beer,
I'll get 'em in.
More vodka, my dear?
or maybe some gin?
Some chattin', some talkin',
World put to rights.
Bad dancin'. bad walkin'.
bad karma, bad fights.
You what? You what?
What you looking at?
She's hot, she's not,
she thinks I'm a brat.
You're alright .... alright ....
best bloomin' mate.
I luv ya .... tonight,
I think you're great.
Some curry, some naan,
a hot vindaloo.
Must hurry .... hot damn!
Off to the loo.
Throw up, throw up,
carrots and peas.
Grow up! Grow up!
Make it stop, please.
Bang Bang, sore head.
Bang Bang, I'm dead.
Poor me! Poor me!
Pour me a drink.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Everlasting

    Ohhhh, I like the rhythm! The poem took me there - to the scene, I do not want a drink though but the rhymes are great.

  • 9 years ago

    by Koan

    Hehehe you got it!!! Great write!

  • 9 years ago

    by Bob Shank

    Actually liked this, shows exactly how erratic a drunk can be....