Day after day I've been flogging a dead horse, 
Waking up in the morning with alcoholic remorse, 
Depressed and befuddled and hungover of course, 
It's a crime against nature and what makes it worse
I can't even write any decent verse, 
'Cos there's no escaping this drinker's curse -
So what shall I do? Shall I pack it in? 
The beer and the whisky? The vodka and gin? 
Is it really so bad? Such a terrible sin? 
I'm being courageous, I'll take it on the chin
While one of you's laughing and all of you grin, 
Ah, give me a break, you uncharitable swine, 
Have a heart, be gentle, and pour me some wine! !                
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I would like to translate this poem
Thorkild I like yo poems keep it up man! ! !