'What has happened? What am I seeing?
Am I mad, or am I a nervous being
The world is swaying from one side to another
And this unnatural sight has put me in a spot of bother.'
'Wait, wait! I see a lamp-post in the distance
Or is it my imagination conveyed by my sodden trance?
Now I can hear a stray dog howl
And I can see, perched on the oak-tree, there's an owl.'
'No! Damn! The lamp-post has disappeared
Unexpectedly, my movements and eyesight have queered
The world seems to be rocking more vigorously
The dog seems to be howling even more ferociously.'
'Oh God! I should not have drunk so much liquor
I should have known that it makes me sicker
I wish I had gone easy on the drink
At least, life wouldn't play pranks with a wink.'
'I want to go home now, I've had enough
Of life's tricks, which are sometimes rough
I'll love my wife, begin anew, start something
And then...............................' Nothing.
RONY PATRA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ramblings-of-a-drunkard/
