I've been a drunk for twenty years.
I buried the dead and rise each day.
I lie, I steal my self away.
Under all my greedy love.

I am so old with my reget.
So much older with my past.
Bought with gallons of the beer.
So intimate my fret.

To melt here all alone.
In the mire of muck and murk.
I beg command of lights command.
To dare the stein its foam.