Life with my boozy Friend
Shut that door; and don’t call me up
I am happy with my buddy, my hooch’s cup…
Nobody else I need now
And not any more I am troubled by the word how…
That one peck of dope
Arouses my soul and acts to balance, all my hope…
I am happy with no trouble
And I still have the skill to cobble…
Nights are the days and days are the nights
It doesn’t matter much if any of them lacks the lights…
Everything is simple and embellished
And for me now, things seem to always flourish…
I am happy with my boozy friend
He doesn’t shout at me at any end…
The only buddy I have is him
And he never allows me to lack my vim…
© Akhand Singh, 2012 © An Empty Glass, 2012
Akhand Singh 