Life As A Drunkard

funny with critism

LIFE AS A DRUNKARD

 

While0 drunk and filled with booze

When my eyes

See things all in two

My hands shall stick to the bottle

Like glue

While I made my way

To a place I had no clue

My legs kept dancing

As I had no cars

My eyes keep searching

But I have no home

But my world was worth living

Since I have booze by my side

I see love in every things

The clouds of the night

They carry my sorrows

As they leap in joy

cares not for tomorrow

I see the stars of the sky

they leap and rejoice

there seemed to be love in every eyes

anytime I took a shot

 

Whenever I leave the bar

They watch my back

While I stagger around

though am drunk

But I look left and right

Before crossing in the night

I look up in the sky

To be sure there were no planes in sight

I take another shot

Before looking behind

To be sure there were no petty fools

Hiding from the light

Then I walk zigzag and zigzag

To avoid bullets

And clutch on my bottles as tightly

I look caringly at my beer

And walk down the tired night

To sleep behind the thorns

And venoms

A night of terror

 

The life of drunkards,

Is a life of hell

The night they live

They can’t recover or tell

They live their lives depressed

And rejoice in their lives

Which is a mess

 

Author's Note

life as a drunkard is bad
critiques, feel free

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work and very relatable. We do recover.

[Tumi]

thanks for the review

[Mariej]

Dear Tumi, your pen was on fire as you penned this poem which details superbly what it is like to be a drunkard. Just imagine what it is like to live with that person! Hell on earth! The visual detail is truly haunting and will linger in my mind long after I have read the poem again. Thank you for sharing this exquisite write...

[Tumi]

Thanks for the kind review
I am happy you enjoyed reading

[Mariej]

Most welcome always, Tumi and thank you again for sharing...