instantly wasted
i’d emptied bottles
blue ½ hr
then
i flared
only ½ shot
of whisky left!
stormed about
considering
calling friends
taking desperate trains
weird journeys
for any
cabinet handout
hits me like a free wave
a
loose disaster
i
perpetuate
with only
big stellas and spliff
hard times
in
the
Whighut when the only scotch there is
is in my belly
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