Pour Me Another Drink



Here I sit...

In my bucket of sorrow...

Wondering if I’ll even survive...

Until the sunrise tomorrow...


The bottles of gin...

Which I consume each day...

Have destroyed my will...

What more is there to say...


My life is a mess...

And I don’t care what you think...

Poor me, poor me...

Pour me another drink...


My life is so worthless...

Oh, woe is me...

As I sit in my squalor...

Soaking in my own pee...


The bottles of wine...

All empty or broke...

Are scattered about...

I’m a drunkin’ old bloke...


My life is a mess...

And I don’t care what you think...

Poor me, poor me...

Pour me another drink...


I can’t help myself...

Nor shall I try...

Just step over me...

Spit right in my eye...


I know I smell bad...

But I have nothing to fear...

I’ll be dead before I know it...

As I fall asleep in my beer...


My life is a mess...

And I don’t care what you think...

Poor me, poor me...

Pour me another drink...


I’m a pitiful louse...

A pathetic drool...

A hapless parasite...

A wretched fool...


Don’t pity me...

Slap me in my face...

Just leave me here...

I’m a total disgrace...


My life is a mess...

And I don’t care what you think...

Poor me, poor me...

Pour me another drink...


© 2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

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