Drunken Truths by John Patrick Robbins

The bottle has always been a friend when others have failed.
And to me if I chose to wake up and pour a cocktail it’s just as normal to me, as you having some coffee and raisin bran.

It never starts out different for any of us except for me it’s a love affair.

 One no woman could match.

I’m drinking myself to death yet to the average person you could never tell.
I don’t reek of booze I hate vodka seen to many die lying in bed with that bitch to embrace her icy nature.

Bourbon is my poison of choice.
It lingers in that place that makes it seem more than just a drink.

I have romanticized it and it is not a gimmick it’s my life.

Or as some would say the lack there of.
I never wrecked a car, I haven’t beaten some woman or abused people everything I do doesn’t have an excuse I say what I will because I can.

We sometimes wear a mask to suit our environment.
I just simply am myself.

Some may view me a loser but who is the true loser.
The man who lives his life bothering no one.

Or the man who judges another never choosing to view his own vices.

We all have our demons I just fix mine up and take them happily along for the ride.

I have gone too long to stop this self-destructive journey.
So I guess I will just pour another and watch the bastard go up in flames.

Least the view will be incredible for a moment.

Ashes to ashes.

 

©2018 John Patrick Robbins

 

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John Patrick Robbins is often referred to as an outlaw poet, whose work is a glimpse into life’s darker side and often barroom based. His work has been published with Inbetween Hangover, The Red Fez, Spill The Words, Ramingos Porch, Your One Phone Call, The Outlaw Poetry Network, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Poets Community, And also read online at hello poetry. His work is always a hundred percent unfiltered.

 

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