The evil of drink


Notice of absence from Jooles
I disappear for months on end......just my life but I always come back!

Round and round all twists and knots 

Oozing with evil and drowning in shots 

Nothing makes sense, people speaking in tongues 

I cough up something black, swear at the pain in my lungs 

Fuzzy and cloudy, not one thing is clear 

All the time I am struggling the devil screams in my ear 

A pint then a chaser then a shot to top off 

They try to not serve me, I leave with a scoff 


The night is pitch black except the fag in my hand 

I'm stumbling looking for a drink in a bar where I haven't been banned 

The devils still shouting and his demons approach 

I hear that they pray on the down, the easy to poach 

My liver is dying, my lungs are pure black 

But with a drink I'll forget this, just one, quick knocked back 

The demons are pulling, they tear at my skin 

The veil between world's becoming increasingly thin 


The light hurts my eyes but my heart soars with joy 

A pub I'm not banned, the happy cowboy 

A whisky for warmth and a gin free from sin 

Tapping his scythe on the floor behind me is death, Mr grimm 

My life is no more, loved ones are forgotten 

Their help not returned, everything touched turned rotten 

The haze and the fog, the confusion within 

The down and the down one massive tailspin 


The devil he shouts aware that soon I'll be his for the keep 

I'm to far gone, to mixed up to even let out a weep

He's there all the time in the liquid I drink 

At the bottom of each glass, evil face, evil thoughts and one hellish wink 



  • Author: Jooles (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 10th, 2017 04:00
  • Comment from author about the poem: Before people tell me they hope I get over my addiction I don't drink lol I imagined I was a middle aged, male (don't know why male), alcoholic. Enjoy
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 108
  • User favorite of this poem: Saint Sinner.
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  • swingline

    I used to drink but not anymore
    The wife kicked me out
    and bolted the door
    I told the dog his house now was mine
    He bit me severely on my behind
    I stumbled down to where my best friend be
    I beat on his door , he leaned out the window ,
    "Get away now from me "
    So I made my way down to the jail
    Nice warm bunks , but crossing the street
    A truck smacked me and now I'm in Hell .

    • Jooles

      Oh good reply

    • Jooles

      Thank you...I agree...not worth it at all

    • Augustus

      Light and fun. You certainly pegged the alcoholic to a tee.

      • Jooles

        Thank you....not bad for tea drinker 😊

        • Augustus


        • 1 more comment

        • Michael Edwards

          I never used to drink but eventually I broke the habit.

        • Jooles


        • willyweed

          bottoms up nice work jooles

          • Jooles

            Thank you 😊

          • Saint Sinner

            I really loved this one because I used to be a hard drinker, not an alcoholic because I would only drink once or twice a month, but when I would drink, I'd drink like it was my last day. But like I said, I don't anymore, 2 years sober. Can I share this on facebook? I know a friend who can also relate. I'll put down your name, Julie aka Jooles and say it's from this site.

            • Jooles

              Of course you can, I'm flattered. Yeah I don't drink, haven't for years but I really liked writing this, I quite like dark things

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