Greg Roundtree

The Drunk

I’m an American Military Veteran and proud patriot. Born in the Great State of Georgia, living the dream on a lake in North Florida. God Bless these United States of America!






The Drunk
 As she yelled You go to Hell! I thought, I just can't win.
 For here I am a drunken man, thrown out the door again!
 Out the door like times before, I slip into the night.
 To find that bar that isn't far, and drink till morning light!
 An as I drink I start to think, between each shot of rye.
 Today I'll quit this drinking bit! O what a drunken lie!!
 Then down the hatch another batch, of this poison sin!
 For here I am a drunken man inside this bar again!

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