Drinking booze and finding fault with everything we don’t have the smarts to understand.
Hour after hour and several drinks later and not any smarter
Year after year and many binges later and still not enough sense to quit.
Plans were never made to escape the life of booze
Perhaps a value existed there that was worth staying for
Awakening to the truth and all the years believing there was
For what it’s worth can go both ways booze or sobriety
We need to choose to live worthy lives or worthless lives
Which one do you find your pleasure?
see ya’next time
