The Drunkards Path
The Drunkards Path
Some say I'm an alcoholic
Because of this beer in my hand
But they are so wrong about me
Each day I only drink a thirty pack of cans
Alcoholics go to meeting
While drunks just get wasted
Others just want to judge us
But they don't know what we've tasted
I might get a bit wasted
Until my speech becomes slurred
But it's when I stand up
That my vision becomes blurred
I might be a bit staggery
And I don't walk in a zoom
But you best get out of my way
When I head towards the restroom
Now don't make fun of me
Just because I'm a drunk
For times I go for weeks without a bath
It's been said I smell like a skunk
Just stay clear of me
Or you'll feel my wrath
As I work my way around
This old drunkards path
No don't make fun of me
Those remarks I've heard them all
Now let me get back to you later
I just heard another thirty pack call
written 7/30/2016 by Norman Hale Jr.
TO SOME WE SEEM LIKE A GENIOUS
TO SOME WE SEEM LIKE A FOOL
BUT OUR WORDS OF POETRY
IS JUST OUR EXPESSION TOOL
TO SOME WE SEEM LIKE A FOOL
BUT OUR WORDS OF POETRY
IS JUST OUR EXPESSION TOOL