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…

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