Paul

Say you’ll get a grip, please don’t rage and moan, give me that old guff, you don't need drink to say, stash it as you go, find the need to get away, you always make surly trips, a manacled wretched clone, watch others dance so hip, won’t let your spirits fray, down unforgiving zones, lies in everything they say, make your laughter drip, like alcoholic mojos, with their lousy 'scripts, will you get some sleep, for all your unpaid loans, when faith makes a leap, don’t wonder why her kiss, beats every childhood groan, here’s another coffin ship, waiting as your home.