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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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: May 6th, 2026 03:31
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Comments1
Congratulations and best wishes for the future. A good read as well with rhyme. Well done
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