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Truly a warning on the perils of alchohol (A totally ficticious tale, honest!)
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Truly a warning on the perils of alchohol (A totally ficticious tale, honest!)

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Submitted: October 27, 2006

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Submitted: October 27, 2006

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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!


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