A week’s a long time in sobriety
As Harold Wilson said (or else Dexy’s)
Last night I went out and drank just coffee
And later on, orange squash at O’Shea’s
Don’t get me wrong, I do like to drink these
But they don’t change reality from its
Annoying tendency to lose the keys
To happiness, or sound off-key, take bites
Out of your legs; but above all, it sits
There on your shoulder, nagging constantly
Like pirate’s parrot in the Caribbees
Like Pontius Pilate, the truth never fits
So let’s wash our mouths of it and be free
And then life will be a Bacardi Breeze
Fri 19 Sep 2008
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