Am I a Lad? Am I mad?
Am I a queer for not drinking beer?
"A pint of lager please" are the words I speak
Right now is good I'm at my drinking peak.
Off to the pub my legs take me,
As soon as I finish at half past three.
Through the doors & up to the bar,
I'll drink myself stupid coz' I'm not in my car.
6 pints later I lose my discipline,
Open my gob & put a pill in.
Half hours passes I can no longer see,
What am I doing? What have I put in me?
I kid myself by going to the gym,
When really I enjoy my daily sin.
How long can I keep up this ongoing pain,
Before the damn stuff drives me insane.
This poem was one of my first. It was written when I was going through a bit of a bad phase in life…………if you know what I mean!