Tossing, turning in a sweat soaked bed
Tugging moist sheets from legs of lead
Cracking an eye to the light of dawn
Another day’s prospect, this new morn
Pulling on socks, trousers, shoes
Tee shirt with logo “What’s to lose”
Brushing teeth that taste of booze
How did I get another new bruise?
What did I eat, it’s hard to remember?
My stomach churning like a blender
Shakily pouring a glass of juice
All this down to alcohol abuse?
Perhaps I should cut back a bit
But can I show the needed grit?
Jut now I have the power to decide
But think tonight, I’ll go with the tide