The Drinkin' Song. Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

I often drink until I hit the floor.
God bless my favorite all night liquor store.
Of course, I'll sober up when I'm asleep
So, I may then start counting drunken sheep.

To boldly swig a shot to meet the day.
Because, without a drink
I cannot run and hide.
It helps me shoo away my feet of clay
When them massive wind storms hit
and those other worlds collide.
Do you now know why
I need to take that drink.
I just can't seem to stand
nor understand the evening news.
I hide my dearest friends
under my sink.
Mr. Johnny Walker Red
and his kissin' cousin
Lady Label Blue.

To sober up could only make me sicker.
So bartender,
pour me one more drink
and make it quicker.
If I could only rob
a liquor store.
Then, I would drink and drink
a little more.
If everyone could only drink like us
to drink and drive would never be illegal.
Wouldn't park our cars
run to have to catch a bus.
We'd soar up high
just like a Golden Eagle.
I often dream until I hit the floor.
God bless my favorite all night dreamin' store.
Have a drink
and a dream
it's on me.
Buddy Bee Anthony

BBA
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Re-edited 11/05/2022 @ 1: 31PM Pacific Daylights Time