Don’t Go to a Bar
Don’t Go to a Bar. you don’t have to go that far. you’ll find people like me there hiding behind thickened skins. Advertisements
Tag: drunk
It’s Night Time
It’s night time. Driving Down the Road, you got no one. Driving Down the Road, it’s night-time, you’re such a gone one.
This Bottle of Wine
In the park the trees were greener the sky was bluer the birds were happier and the dogs barked and the cats meowed much better when we used to walk together and talk
Sitting drunk on a circus pony
I’ve reduced my stature to a midget sized clown sitting drunk on a circus pony a balancing act the bottle on my head sipping intoxicant eating a sandwich full of baloney with a solemn frown goin’ round and
Oh, landlord!
Oh, landlord! dear, landlord! toss me out thy decrepit window! Ah, it was you who
Driving
Driving my rig driving driving thinking like a rock conniving conniving not thinking drinking
Half full
My glass is as full as it is empty. life isn’t about you anymore. it never was. it is beyond
Withering away in Winogaritaville
Livin’ in Spain a lot (drinking ‘shots’ while humming my old tune…) withering away in winogaritaville man it’s
Are we
Are we of God? did small pieces break off him so he wouldn’t be alone? animals don’t soul search they don’t require family therapists no one has to
So it goes
Wino so it goes take a drink hold your nose where it flows head to toes we all know… drink grape act like an
