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Rated: E · Poetry · Relationship · #1441055
About drinking too much and how it can turn a friendship sour very quickly!
Woke up in the morn',
Didn't feel the best,
Just a wee bit worn,
Glad for the rest.

Can't recall last night,
Think I had good criac,
Not in any fight,
Relieved I made it back.

Had a few too many,
Not a bite to eat,
Spent every single penny,
Not a hard feat.

Kitchen is in a state,
Assume it was me,
Must've got in late,
It's obvious to see.

Mate get backs in,
Won't look me in the eye,
Must've committed a sin,
Get up with a sigh.

Offer a cup of tea,
He refuses point blank,
'Wants nothing from me',
Basically saying I'm a w&^£.

Give it a day or two,
Maybe times the key,
Ask him 'what I'd do?',
Says he's 'finished with me'.

Instead of best mates,
Now I am a 'pig',
Is exactly how he states,
That my sin was that big.

Best mates on Sunday,
A mutual belief,
Housemates on Monday,
Do I see relief?

A constant 'liability',
And 'worse than the dog',
What do you say,
To the blind in a fog?

So a 'sorry' won't do,
It's been leading to this,
Another dream through,
It's reality I miss.

So its homeward bound,
Back to big bland 'D',
No, I haven't found,
What or who I want to be...
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