Seasons go by

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is about thinking that alcohol is your friend when in the end you end up lonlier than you begun.

Submitted: April 19, 2008

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Submitted: April 19, 2008



Seasons go by
Friday, 22 February 2008
Hot summers day
Lying in the sun
Oh so thirsty
Think I’ll have a beer
Mmm, nice and cold
Relieves my thirst
Love my alcohol
My friend to the end
One, six, whoops, twelve cans now
Suns gone down
Man but the thirst is still there
Who shall I call?
Why won’t you talk to me?
No, I’m not drunk again
Well stuff you all
What happened to the sun?
Wow its winter now
Too cold for a beer
Great there’s whiskey here
Need to warm up
Have a drink or two
Love my alcohol
My friend to the end
Who should I go see?
Open the door let me in
No I’m not drunk, again,
Who said it’s a sin?
Oh well, least alcohols my friend
Hello, its summer again
And I’m all alone
No-one will open the door
No-one will answer the phone
Alcohol I thought you were my friend?
I’ve lost everyone I love
I’ve hurt them oh so bad
I’ve ridiculed myself
I feel really really sad
Why oh why my friend did it have to end this way?

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