When was the last time you were bladdered?
Can you even remember at all?
I’m not talking tipsy, or wobbly
I mean the last time you spoke to the wall
The last time you woke in the morning
Not having the faintest of clues
About where you spent half of the evening
And why your throat tastes like shampoo
One of those nights from the haze
Memories rising up through the fog
Of nights spent in sparkling company
Then waking up cuddling the bog
I remember those times pretty vaguely
That’s why drinking is long in my past
Who needs drink to survive? life’s a doddle
Who am I kidding, just pass me that glass