For all that’s holly or held in revere
Hear my prayer and hear it clear
I am not evil though sins I confess
So to leave me suffering causes distress
My eyes half closed and feet of lead
Struggle today slightly less than my head
A time of joy and almost endless drink
Has caused more pain than you would ever think
Self inflicted though that pain may be
It’s real today a clear for all to see
Bleary red eyes and slow considered speech
A normal appearance completely out of reach
Give me my sofa this I humbly beg
Or even better yet get me home to my bed

 

 

 

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