Drugs won’t hurt me and neither will booze,

It slackens life’s stress and temporarily removes those close to me that disapprove.

Life’s been unjust!
Although I don’t decline from playing destructive mind games and my irresponsibility draws fault, but not mine!
Inducing a false confidence of insensitivity through a few joints and liquor engraves an opinion that nothing matters anyone.

Look! I’ve changed from drinking hard liquor, as that is an alcoholic’s drink,
“To Beer”-so now it is clear I’ve made a visible change in my life dear.

I’m a seeker of fun and living a carefree level of life I have thought owed to me.
While most of the time I’ve held onto a job though my partner steadily works quite a lot.

During the peak of an evening I assure myself through a compelling feeling, “I have won!”
I’m confident and good person, as my friends all claim. Strangers recognize me and even know me by name!
After a few stiff drinks a new courage it breeds and we’re allowed to even grieve. Anything goes because the liquor is the culprit that builds or rolls along while having lengthily discussions of uncertain plights of temperaments to resolve.

Look over there! A temporary participant is looking at me, and finds me attractive I believe. An attractive person and I think pleasing to my eye as I am half tanked and the music is enticing me forward. I’ll walk over one step at a time then ask that poor lonely soul to dance and of course I’m not looking for romance!

Intimate conversation to a listening ear that doesn’t mind when I repeat myself
Or spill a beer. My loyalty unfolds to succor each blow, of unruly burdens to this listening ear, as I console my innocence becomes clear.
Many unspoken feelings of sexual needs unmet, as my partner selfishly refuses
to understand why a stranger can sooth and satisfy me!

My friends are many, while rounds are bought. Though debts I incur as my concern for family’s finances I’m not!
Well the lights are dimming and no parties left to roam, so I suppose at this
Point after a quick one I’ll have to go home!

I subconsciously own excuses to expiate my wrong, while ensuing guilt on loved-ones, is where it often belongs!
I’m wrought-up in frustration, and distort each fact then reality punches out the truth, I literally strike back!

Accepted by the public, as a nice guy I portray, and even a happy drunk and responsible to others I convey. I stagger into my home and wired to be a lovable man. But look! She has upset my plan as asleep there she does lay.

Then I’d yell disturbing words and loud enough for all those that can hear, “Why aren’t you waiting up for me?”
“So what if it is half past three!”
“Where is my dinner?” Hungry I perceive myself to be, “So why aren’t you looking after my needs?”

To drag this lazy whore out of bed by the hair is the only way I get anywhere!
Exempting guilt based causes of grief by forsaking it onto others close to me is my belief!

Well, forget all the nasty things I’ve said, as I have by the next day!
You’re responsible for my unhappiness and injustices construed my way so by
Installing additional belittlement and succeed to break your spirit one more day. Bleeding a hopelessness to besiege an entrapped life with an unhealthy loyalty with an objective you’d never betray me since I programmed you to stay!

You know I don’t hurt anyone that I can recall, and in fact darling our night has just begun and because of you often falls.
Me, I’m not a threat so stop making me feel I’ve things to regret!
I think a lot of you and the kids so why do you object if I sometimes over step?
Life would be fine if you’d leave all this behind!

You know I love you as flowers I bring, and such a good father I’ve been!
The kids obey me as it is apparently so,
As they enter the door, so scurrying to their rooms they go!

You can see the changes I’ve made, so a brew four times a week is nothing to distress over.
After a long days work a man needs to digress, as looking after a family brings a lot of stress.
Any objection? I can make it seven days you’ll see, and this fist shows who’s the boss, so believe me!
You’ll never know when the next blow-up will be! So walk very lightly!

Tonight the house is barren, and children’s voices are gone, and there isn’t anyone here that will carry my song! Of my guilt, frustration, addiction too!
I grieve it must have been you! Without my addictions, what would I be?

I don’t understand why you have left me!