Tipples
Drink your potion
Followers
You swallowers of pride
Cause a rift, cause a commotion
But never let the least emotion
Get in the way of a great promotion
2 for 1 on the latest lotion
Life is lived in blurred slow motion
With matted mouth and the smallest notion
You can't beat this
Dote on
Choke on
Smoke on
Token
Wallow
And float on
Drink your potion petal
Drink your potion flower
It is possible to get much lower
It is not quite the witching hour
You have super human power
There's nothing left but inebriation
Get on board with the least temptation
Tomorrow morning is an old sensation
Cheers to all this deprivation
Drink your poison princess
You're the most enigmatic by far
It's not too late for the late night bar
And some sobersillious has a car
Have a dance you know you're able
And sweep all the dregs off the other table
You're not an annoyance you're next week's fable
You're not too wrecked you're the only one stable
And anyway it's such a laugh when you fall down
There's got to be somewhere else
Open in town
Drink your medicine
Busy your hands
Breaking promises
Making plans
The fate of the huddle is in your command
Surely someone has contraband?
Who put that kerb there?
This road is cuddly to be fair
I'm not going anywhere
I've had enough
I've done my best
I just need a tiny little rest
Take me bag, take me gear
Come back for me tomorrow
I'm sleeping here
Cathy Crabb
Wed 2nd Apr 2014 11:47
Thank you you's. I am pleased with the meter of this, it staggers like the protagonist.
Sadly Solar, this is more an ode to my weak willed guzzling than a comment on the drain of the emergency services (and since you are of the stellar persuasion did you know that everything is worse for those on the over-festive frontline when it is a full moon?)though I can tell you no paramedic was pestered during the writing of this poem!