Monday, 29 January 2007


Don’t bother me, I’m sober,

I’m in no mood for jest,

In this state of conscious being

I am seldom at my best.

My mind is powered by whiskey,

My mouth if fuelled by beer,

With both tanks running on empty

I’d rather that you were not here.

But don’t take offence for it’s likely

That when drunk I would like you a lot,

But here I am sane, sound and sober,

So at this present time I do not.

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