THIRSTY
I’m always thirsty for whisky,
Like a vampire thirsts for blood,
But drinkin’, for me, is risky,
A wee drop turns into a flood
And I fall to the floor with a thud.
I used to drink a dozen beers
And keep my shit mostly together
But it’s been whisky these last few years
To which I’ve run, hell bent for leather,
Like a half-broke horse that slipped its tether.
I know how Dr. Jekyll felt,
His sick lust for Mr. Hyde,
Letting the inhibitions melt
And going along for the ride
As if watching from outside:
Watch the drunken sideshow freak!
Watch him dance and stomp around!
Listen to him try to speak!
What is that slurring mush-mouth sound?
Watch him pass out and fall down!