He buys another drink
Just to waste his life away
Sipping on gin and thinking
Who even wants to live anyways
Finishes and orders another
His addiction gets the better
Gin and juice to heal the soul
Became his motto years ago
Finishes and orders another
Slipping through his night
One gulp at a time, true
Talking to anyone he sees tonight
They pity the animal every time
But they buy one for him
So that he can make the climb
He is crying about his life
His grown children and dying wife
This is how he chooses to live
Just finishes and orders another
This evokes much sympathy; a lovely poem.
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