booze it up

it is the weekend,
for many man a time to drink.
so here are a few drunken drinking poems. Enjoy:

Whiskey drinking man:

Lines up a bottle, a glass and some ice.
Going to drink away his sins and vice.
He remembers when he was younger.
Living at home, always feeling hunger.
A poorness that drove him to crime.
He's done some stuff, he's done some time.
He once stood up all his friends.
Has been to every end.
He has seen every bottom.
Now he starts drinking with every depressing Autumn.


When we've fallen:

When we've fallen.
We smile, we shrug,
We spent our buck, oblivious.
We learn, we fail
We tread upon depressions trail.
Always vicious.
We run, we crawl.
We hate it all
And then we fall.
(cheers mate!)

now hoist your buddy back on his chair and listen to

The Jazzman:

In rooms full of smoke and calming tunes.
Full of people who are broke and people with fortunes.
There's a saxophone player, with bloodshot eyes.
A hash blunt slayer, a cloud knight.

Losing his gold has drove him to the blues.
His clothes are worth a beer here and he has broken sad shoes.
with the largest soul a man could find.
he began to awake our drunken minds.

:: Allen Crown ::