Drunkard’s Prayer
H’i tink h’it were da whiskey
what took me mind h’away
fer h’it were h’a Friday
when last H’i felt so fey
Me ‘ead h’is h’ache’n so
n’a whisper screams h’aloud
just pull up me sainted shroud
n’ say that’s da way h’it goes
H’if H’i lives through da night
H’i swears Hi’ll lay off da potsheen
fer da guts h’a mess n’ da ‘eads gone mean
oh if H’i can just make dawn’s light
Thank you for sharing your new poem, JOHNN.
Have a lovely Thursday evening.
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Ariz. bobcat attacks 3 people, including 2 in bar
Drinking can be hazardous
;o)