Showing posts with label alcohol. Show all posts
Showing posts with label alcohol. Show all posts

Wednesday, 20 January 2016

Liquid

5.5 litres
Plus coffees and teas
And now it's a Fosters
But he's only peed
4, maybe 5 times
To his recollection
How is his body capable
Of such liquid collection?

Friday, 1 January 2016

New Years Day Day

Again the time comes
The new year has begun
And in true January style
His head and body feel vile
A night of overindulgence
On white strike and stubbies
Of pints in pubs with homeless blokes
And accidental drunken morning smokes
Has left his head reeling and
His whole body feeling
Too bad to...
FIN.

Wednesday, 27 February 2013

Drunken Fall

Whilst under the influence
Of many intoxicants
He falls on his face
With flair and grace
The impression left
Is at it's best
A a gruesome display
Which would leave many
In dismay
Blood on his chin
And a bloodied grin
Nose swollen like a
Mirinda can
At least falling on his face
Protected his hands

The author is quite clearly making a decisive and critical point regarding the state of the modern youth, and through references to the use of 'intoxicants' in such a negative light, crafts a verse of a foreboding nature. The moral of the story is enticingly potent through its simplicity: alcohol is to be avoided if one is to avoid injuring their nose to the point that it resembles a 'Mirinda can'.

Thursday, 22 November 2012

Alcohol

Alcohol
Numbs the pain
Alcohol
Keeps him sane
Alcohol
Helps him chill
Alcohol
Makes him not feel
Alcohol
Drink it up
Alcohol
Refill the cup
Alcohol
Start again
Alcohol

Friday, 31 August 2012

Festival Flu

He throws up profusely
From dawn until dusk
He is ill acutely
From alcohol and drugs
It's his own fault of course
But it had to be done
Whilst Festival may be
The Flu, isn't fun.

Sunday, 5 August 2012

Drinking Game

They drink what's left
But, alas, in vain
The alcohol's sparse
And the taste is a pain
Shot glasses are egg cups
And the tables a stool
When the alcohol's gone
They'll be left looking like fools.

Tuesday, 20 March 2012

Busking

He busks for cash
To buy more lash
Which will all too soon be gone
In a flash
It's not that he's an alcoholic
He's a student.

Wednesday, 29 June 2011

The Drunkard

Drunken mess
Who woulda guessed
At drinking alcohol
He's not the best
A little all too soon transpires
To become a lot
And before too long
He's out stone cold
If only he had just said NO