Chief stew to bed
I find myself pouring another drink
One is too many
1000 ain’t enough
But each night as the evening closes
I am all alone
Unsupervised
Un aware
That as that first drink hits my lips
Warms the belly,
Cheers me up.
I know I will not be here to see the evening close down
Ive grown accustomed to this hangover
Palming off sobriety from each day to the next
Perhaps I would be happier
Perhaps I would be stronger
Perhaps I would be better
But I will never know
As I will never see the end of a close down.
Enough 