Later at night I bang on the door
but you don’t let me in so I go to score
In the morning you let me inside
but you pour all my drink outside
One day you locked all the doors from the front to the back
and just left me a note saying I should pack
You ask me why I’m writing this poem….I say,
some call it a tavern but I call it home,
fuck you I’m drunk!! Fuck you I’m drunk!!
Even though you pour my beer down the the sink you skunk,
hahahaha, I got more in the trunk.
I left in the morning
Because you were too boring
I got to the bar
And shit that was smart
You call me all type of names
Wich I can do a dumb relates
You tell me this things
And I’ll just buy 100 drinks
Fuck You I’m drunk! Fuck You I’m drunk!
You throw it away but I still have more in the trunk.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.
P.S. Under the age of 18 don’t do it, actually don’t do it at all whatever the age is.
winking here, that was long time ago thankfully.
You ask me why I write this song,
when I’m smoking my bong….
you are weird
and then something appeared,
it was not the angels
it was the strangers,
they lift me up
and saw I was handcuffed in a weird not,
Fuck you I’m drunk Fuck you I’m drunk!!!!!
I will not rest until I get in bed with a beautiful and nasty skunk.
Chhers boys.
It was a good title, plus the song, wich I can bond.
Re, the read, is the need to say… fuck you I’m drunk. I do still struggle quite a bit
to say the least with the alcohol, I just went to the weed, seems I get hungrier and
fatter, and do raids against the fridge, but in my mind is healthier than the other thing.
That would be in some strange of high, alcohol mixed with… who knows maybe ethanol.
I have cause quite a lot of pain to the people around me, and I try not to be that me.
I have been sober for 4 weeks, but,
I find myself depressed, I don’t want to talk to people they aggravate me , I’m just being lazy,
and this shit is crazy.
Saying it in a public forum one commentator said I had guts.
No guts in this one if you find about other things I have actually contributed to society.
Who would have thought that I will find myself in this kind of knot, they did tell me
that sobriety will take some time to….really get hold of myself.
Just a fight each day, but I have not drinked, the joints I smoke I will admit,
even when I buy them joints from the idiots, or I’ m the idiot better said, they bore
me this guys. Not the gals though.
Is difficult and I better get my ass out of the couch and start doing.
To be like this
I know these type of videos are corny, actually if you would tell me about seeing
these type of videos 5 years ago I would laugh at you, and if you would have told
me this at 19 the coooooooool, army boy time, I would laugh and then smack you.
Now at my age 34, actually the number doesn’t matter.
I have always beeen a big drinker, even at age 13 when I started to drink.
After army days it really got out of control, I ended up homeless and a criminal,
unfortunately I have a criminal record because of the booze.
That was quite something to say in public, fuck it.
But what they say in this video, specially the first one minute and a half
it is what is happening to me as of a couple of weeks. And is hard, since I do
live in a small town where the old so called friends live and other towns I move around
I see other so called friends, you can imagine what they do for a living…. and is hard
to not fall out of line and go out with them on a party trip, hard hard as an addict since
I AM an addict, it is hard. And tomorrow again to the detox center, and this has been for
a week or so, And life is really starting to look much brighter.
So this was a real cool video that as I was hearing it I was thinking to myself this is exactly what is happening to me now.
Gotta take out the laoundry now, since we are 4 in this house so you got to
get there in fast, read ya latter!
They say don´t drink and drive
You could end up in a strange position like the swan dive
I say don´t drink and write on the computer
You´ll end up as a disgrace commuter, or me at least
going from place to place in disgrace to use the computer
of someone else, they scream at me “how the fuck did you brake it again?!”
I respond, “Is not that I broke it, it broke itself”, and it ends up
in the “dead shelf”. Technically I didn´t brake it though, so I´m not lying to them,
I just spilled a glass of whiskey on the computer, and it seems it wasn´t of her taste,
she did eventually went to waste, so here I am, broke, not able to buy another one,maybe
next month Santa rides a long, gives me a bong, and a sweet computer, that would be
quite a good song. So do not drink and write on the computer, or at least don´t drink to
the point that you see double and are trying to write some crazy thing-the bling bling
can stop and no more sing, only me left hitting my head against the wall in my downward fall.
You can´t really tell I´m smiling
cause I´m not, neither I´m crying
So that is “the park”(one of them anyways)
were there are no ducks that quack
And I haven´t set a foot there
for a long time and I have more time to spare
Not the best of places
only criminals giving you their graces.
So I smile!! Two weeks, Two weeks!
without any drinks
Staying sober
so I don´t become that ogre
One day at a time
hopefully this time
yet again
will be a long lasting train, healthy ride
to say a long good by to the alcohol high.
CRAZY LIFE 
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