Away with the bottles

Away With The Bottles

Away with the bottles

Keep them away from me

No need to drown my pains

I want no more

I stagger in shame

I’ve lost my fame

The stench of booze

They all shout “BOO”

Toss the bottles into the bin

But empty them first in the rain

Move me away from its tempting stench

Guide me as I stagger to the bench

My balance I’ve lost

This tale I caused

Red freckles, goose bumps

General weakness, oh my!

Days of nausea

Nights of stench

Fills my every sense

Too many bottles I’ve bought

And now my wallet is empty

I am a debtor to plenty

Horrible dreams

Lord, help me please

Don’t judge me too soon

I’m ashamed of me too

From this day forward

Away with the bottles

I need me a future

A wife and kids in the picture

So keep your pity and scorn

I’ll live a life brand new

By Sylvia Chika

sylviachika@gmail.com

http://sylviachika.blogspot.com/

https://sylviachika.wordpress.com/

https://www.facebook.com/sylviachikablog

Twitter:@sylviaoz

© SylviaChika 2015

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