The Cruzcampo drinking,
Takeaway, kebab stinking.
Arguing, not giving a toss,
Blackouts and memory loss.
Regret, headache, hangover,
Vomit the same colour as a lime green folder,
Here I am at going on 8 months sober.
Wanted to call this one beer garden blues,
Truth is, alcohol for me now, just bad news.
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Congratulations and best wishes for the future. A good read as well with rhyme. Well done
Thank you/
You are most welcome
For me too, Shaun, for me too. There’s a brutal honesty in this that really lands...no romanticizing it, no dressing it up, just the reality of where that road leads and the clarity that came after. And honestly...8 months sober is huge. Powerful write, my friend. Sobriety, who knew? Right? Glad to be here with you. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️
Thanks mate, yeah these are strange times, I need to be sober minded for what's coming.
They say it becomes like tasting poison after some folk stop completely, then taste it again. I wouldn't know. I've not started, so I need not finish (heehee). Alcohol burns my tum tum. I can't even have too much non-alcoholic fizzy drinks as I get full of gas. Aww, why they say 'You're full of gas; full of hot air!', Then they say to me 'No change there then'. lol.
Haha it probably would be yes, lol no good gassy drinks.
Yes, have a pot of tea, if you feel the urge to return to alcohol. A whole pot of tea, that is! lol. Well, a cuppa or two anyway. I'll pop round and we can have a cuppa tea and a slice of cake.
Lol, I don't drink normal tea but partial to hot chocolate or fruit tea lol.
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