Poetic-Verses
'' Water And Whisky Should Not Be Combined ''
Pain to the fore,
Right to the core,
I feel as if I am dying,
Every bone in my body is sore,
Don't ask me why I'm crying.
As you stand grinning,
My head is spinning,
This is such a terrible feeling,
Is this the end or perhaps the beginning?
As I try to cling on to the ceiling.
Like a burning ember,
In late December,
I feel soon my fire will go out,
What I've done I cannot remember,
I detest this feeling of doubt.
What's that stink
I can't even think,
It must be coming from you,
Maybe it's coming from that blocked sink,
There's a terrible smell of stale poo.
Do I know who you are?
Come closer not far,
Oh my God this just isn't fair,
I'm talking to myself this is so bizarre,
The fact is there's no one else there.
My trousers are wet,
So you can bet,
I must have been caught in the rain,
Downpours so far haven't happened yet,
Being soaked I just cannot explain.
I mustn't worry,
I'll blame that curry,
That's why it's all over the floor,
I wonder why it smells of slurry,
It's like a whale that's been washed up on shore.
I've given in,
I just can't win,
This mess has got my card signed,,
Mixing alcohol with anything is truly a sin,
' Water And Whisky Should Not Be Combined '
Right to the core,
I feel as if I am dying,
Every bone in my body is sore,
Don't ask me why I'm crying.
As you stand grinning,
My head is spinning,
This is such a terrible feeling,
Is this the end or perhaps the beginning?
As I try to cling on to the ceiling.
Like a burning ember,
In late December,
I feel soon my fire will go out,
What I've done I cannot remember,
I detest this feeling of doubt.
What's that stink
I can't even think,
It must be coming from you,
Maybe it's coming from that blocked sink,
There's a terrible smell of stale poo.
Do I know who you are?
Come closer not far,
Oh my God this just isn't fair,
I'm talking to myself this is so bizarre,
The fact is there's no one else there.
My trousers are wet,
So you can bet,
I must have been caught in the rain,
Downpours so far haven't happened yet,
Being soaked I just cannot explain.
I mustn't worry,
I'll blame that curry,
That's why it's all over the floor,
I wonder why it smells of slurry,
It's like a whale that's been washed up on shore.
I've given in,
I just can't win,
This mess has got my card signed,,
Mixing alcohol with anything is truly a sin,
' Water And Whisky Should Not Be Combined '
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`` Water And Whisky Should Not Be Combined ``
`` Water And Whisky Should Not Be Combined ``
