I have a disease, I think that's what they call it.

I used to drink a lot, Yes I'm an alcoholic.

I don't go to meetings,

Always the second priority
To your other woman alcohol
Who holds the authority.

Watching the false sense of happiness
Rush toward

Like a Bottle of Cheap Whisky

Cheapened by yesterday and ripe
Each sip brings the bottle closer to its end
The inevitable

Lovely booze, call it alcoholism in the name of damned science
In the name of psychology and psychiatry
It runs my life as

Last Orders

There’s a pressure on my chest,
And I put it there,
Soon I’ll clutch my heart and wonder,
Why those