Looking cool, concealing perspiration, every day’s the same
He says “no need for explanations I just fancy a drink” – again!!
What’s the point in recrimination, can’t you see through his disguise?
He needs another drink or two, he’ll never compromise

He asks, “Who are you staring at?” as he’s looking through his glass
And says, “I need just one more drink, is it that too much to ask?”
Now totally wasted and acting like a clown,
He’s standing up and falling down, attempts to buy another round
But wakes up clueless on the ground.

Tomorrow he will start again, still drunk - feeling hungover
He can’t escape his endless shame, now wishing his life was over
With no memory of the night before, he can’t excuse his behaviour
So once again he starts to drink, his nemesis and his failure.

His regular visits to a local bar, had fast become a curse
His life was beginning to fall apart, and things were getting worse
He lost his friends, he lost his job and was now facing eviction
Refused to accept his regular drink had gradually become an addiction

I read an obscure headline, just a few months later
No suspicious circumstances found re man found dead in shelter
It appears he had simply had enough as his life had been destroyed
By the numerous heavy drinking sessions, he once regularly enjoyed