It's time to finally admit I have a problem.
I'm sitting here right now with a headache
seedy and dehydrated
yet angry and bitter.
I'm finding lately
that I've been leaning on it as a crutch
and doing it far too often.
it's use as a social lubricant
is becoming more and more apparent
and increasingly ineffective
everytime I touch it
I end up making an arse of myself.
over the years
I've damaged friendships
destroyed more than one relationship
because of it.
I always go for the cheap and nasty stuff
it's a loathsome thing to get addicted to
I keep swearing black-and-blue
to my friends
that I'm going to quit
or at least reduce
the amounts I imbibe
but then give into social pressure
so yet another night,
where I sink into bad company
let my ills get the better of me
despair and hopelessness takes hold
Yeah I used an exclamation in a poem. Fuck you.