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Nov 2021
Hi I am a Brian
I am an alcoholic
My problems aren’t normal
For an alcoholic
It is about being bullied
Which could be the reason I drank
But who gives a hoot
You see my bullies used to tease
Me and then tell me that
If I told anyone they won’t be friend
And as a kid I felt worried
So I lashed out at my family
Which is dumb especially
When I am a family person
And the bullies appear to
Be big rich smug *****
I drank because I wanted to PARTY
With all the cool people
But still people bullied me
Calling me a *****
But I just wanted to PARTY
Who cares what other people think
Those people are big rich *****
Who cares they probably have big jobs
I danced to why don’t you get a job
And rock and roll all night by kiss
Because one of my bullies
Who, now is in hell loved them
But he was a fool, he used to
Stick a drawing pin in my ***
He died a few years later
But I think he is with the ***** in **** heaven
I used to venture around the pubs
Singing kiss songs
When a kiss fan bullied me
Doesn’t mean I will hate kiss
It just means I am cooler than him
And nicer than him
I had another man who wanted to
Squabble with me
But he was trying to hurt me
I said you can’t hurt Brian Allan
And some **** made me **** hid *****
I ****** it because he was bullying me
No I am not gay or bi or trans
Not that there is anything wrong with that
I heard voices in my head since
Saying. ‘Was it nice’
I followed him all the way to the mall saying
He’s a bully he’s a bully he’s a bully
One bully stole all my childhood toy cars
And cassettes saying he owns them
You just don’t know what it’s like
If you think I should’ve stood up
For myself but I would love to see
You stand up for yourself the way they
Were yelling at you
The only fun I had with him is drinking with me, but I don’t want people saying
I wouldn’t have given them the cars
But you don’t know what you will do mate
I felt like drinking but this drinker bullied me calling me by my school nickname
Shyboy, I hate being a shyboy
But this was hard for me
He yelled at me when I had a drink
Even if I bought it
I wanted to leave and never come back
To the basement in Belconnen
Especially when the bartender through me
Out for playing with the kids
Which was the wrong thing to do
I am not a inappropriate pig
I hated that man because he hated me
I gave up alcohol except for a glass of champagne to toast my art
But I can handle that
Those bullies are working in big jobs
And hate me because I partied
That isn’t true but I am a party dude
And they are rich ******
Please don’t judge me
I am an alcoholic I need to Just
Stick to art show drinks
And keep away from Pubs
Written by
johnny georgy brown
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