The Loud, Liquor’ed Fool

Oh, the fool with the liquor,
The fool fell again!
He banged his head badly,
But he still has no sense.
He’s waddling sideways –
“Ah, sure he’s only a youth.”
What aged and torn wisdom,
Could gloss up the truth? –
Of an idiot times a thousand on red,
The whiskey now barrelled
Inside him instead.
“Sure look at me buddy –
Aren’t I just the besht?”
I’ll get back to you on that one,
‘Cause right now you’re a mess.
And you can say it tomnorrow,
When you welch, “Never again.”
Sure, you’re only a youth.
Albeit one with no brain.

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 2nd November 2009