OK so I don't go
To prosecco or gin days
Because to be frank,
I can't drink anymore.
My body rejects it.
Even when everyone
Thought I had thrown
My life away again
When I was tired of being
A skivvy and a slave,
It was four a day,
Six at the peak,
For about six months.
That's quite pathetic really.
That's what writers
Are supposed to do right?
Drink and then get sober.
I guess my destructive drive
Is not that destructive after all.
I have a couple of bottles
Of lager on a weekend
And that's my lot.
No spirits. No wine.
Fruit cider gives me heartburn
So no thank you.