The Drunk Poem by sean alexander

I am a drunk
The bar is my home
My money is gone
And I sit all alone
Im damp and im wet
The saddest version of a man
That you’ve ever met.
My clothes reek of whisky
My breath stinks of beer
If you had a thousand empty bottles
I’d fill them back up with tears.
If time was a bottle,
Then a few more drops for me
As deaf as a guttersnipe
And I can hardly see
I fall in the gutter
As soon as closing time.
With all the muddy water
And disease ridden grime.
I will dance for nickels
And roll over for dimes
It’s something im used to
That I’ve done a thousand times
Don’t ask if im ok.
I don’t want your pity
Just hand me a dollar
So my life will look pretty
I’ll sit by the door
If I cant get brew
Sing give me more
Because it’s all I know how to do.