I don’t think I’m what I seem to be
My memory’s playing tricks on me
I woke up in a different place
In the mirror there’s a different face
The eyes, the nose, the bearded chin
All gone, replaced by a strangers grin
I left the house the previous day
Proceeded in my usual way
Finished work, fancied a jar
Walked towards my local bar
Had a pint , or maybe two
Or then again I drank a few
This is where things start to stray
My sharp recall is turning grey
Vague reflections in my mind
Interactions with the female kind
Talking nonsense, full of guff
Love, universe and all that stuff
I think I left with drunken charm
And a fellow lush upon my arm
We staggered on to her domain
I remember ropes, and whips, and chains!
Alas, it’s all becoming clear
Recollections cruelly tinged with fear.
So, yes it’s me who’s looking out
The difference caused by my guilty doubt
The face indeed belongs to me
The eyes and nose I clearly see
No one else to share the blame
For my lack of control and subsequent shame
I swear to you all looking in
No more will I commit the drunken sin
I will be strong, the drink I’ll stop
I’ll never touch a single drop
No alchohol within my sight
Starting Monday, ‘cos it’s Friday night!
© Copyright 2016 Mr Benn. All rights reserved.
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