FEAR AND CRAVING IN TX
I used to drink a dozen beers
And keep my shit mostly together,
But there were many times I acted the fool
And a couple of times I fell in the pool
But I mainly held to my tether.
I miss Saturdays the most,
Pounding beers before noon.
I don’t miss the mornings after
And always flirting with disaster,
And being a drunken, stumbling goon.
Now moderation is for pussies so I end
The day plastered, three sheets to the wind,
Shitfaced, loaded, wasted, wrecked –
Black out, pass out, hit the deck.
I crave and fear getting drunk again.