36 hours in the bar
A recollection
36 Hours In The In The Bar
Lee Blunt
Walking to the bar and you start to feel sober
arrival is tempered by a creeping hangover
With nowhere to go but further down, down
With the alcohol flush you will eventually drown
A second wind keeps you going
Running on empty almost red
You feel like youve messed up your body
and your nearly dead
You jettison your body out on to the street
and all you can hear is the stomping of feet
hitting hard on the floor
of the Accident emergency corridor
You now only wish you never had one more
Could have been lager wine or bitter
None the less you would be a whole lot fitter
Do you want to be a hardened drinker
Or yesterdays careless thinker.
(2006)
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