Drinking My Troubles Away.

 

I can't get my fat arse out of bed.

Last night’s drink still swishing in my head.

My mouth is dry and rough.

My chest is wheezing with a permanent cough.

The room stinks of nicotine.

I have that horrible sick feeling.

Still have my clothes on from yesterday.

It's becoming a habit these drunken ways.

I'm going to try and get some sleep.

Then later I will be back on the streets.

Bottle in hand drinking my troubles away.

Same as I do every day.

 

Nataiella 2005.