Tennessee whiskey

That is my new poem Written by me

I am an alcoholic
And I love to drink
A few bottles of
Tennessee whiskey
I just love to get drunk
On Tennessee Whiskey
Yes I can't live without the
Bottles of Tennessee Whiskey
I also don't drive a car anymore
Because you can't drive a car
While you are drunk
Yes my friends hate to see me drunk
Because I start to curse them
Also I get very nasty
Yes I am destroying my liver
Every day
Yes I also been evicted
From many places I lived before
Because I had run out of money
Very fast
Also I was forced to live in the street
I hated that very much
I also begged for money on the street
I never got enough money to buy
A few bottles of t
I didn't like that at all
Now I was really starving
Every single day
I was forced also to beg for money
I got a few dollars
It was not even enough
To buy me a few bottles of Tennessee Whiskey
It was very sad
To see me living in the street
Also I slept every night in the street
I also begged for money every single day
I got a few dollars
It wasn't enough to buy
A few bottles of Tennessee Whiskey
Also there was no bathroom on the street
I had to pee badly a few times
On the alley
At midnight
I also was lucky
That the street was quiet
At that time
Also there was nobody around
At that time
I think everybody was sleeping
At that time
Yes it was a long night for me
I finally went to sleep
The next day
The sun was out
And it was the birds that
Woke me up very early
First thing in the morning
I really enjoyed the birds singing for me
Soon before I know it
Summer will end
And the fall will be here
I will have no choice
But to go to a
Men's shelter
There they will feed me
3 meals a day
Also I be able to have my showers
First thing in the morning
Every single day
Yes I had continue receiving my
Tennessee Whiskey
I must tell you all
I really enjoyed very much
Drinking my
Tennessee Whiskey
Also they gave some new clothes
To wear
At the men's shelter
I have been drinking for 5 years now
I really got used to drink
I also know that I will only live once
I will not live forever
I will die some day
Now the summer ended
Very fast
And we changed the clock back
One hour
Now the days are shorter
Every day I had to sign up
For a bed
So I have to sleep at night
I am not planning to sleep
In the street during the fall
Because the hot days have ended
And now we are having the cold
Weather
I am not planning to die
In the street of frost bite
That would be very bad
Also I am still alive
Because my father keeps me alive
Every day
And also I am happy that my father
Made me many years ago
And if it wasn't for my Father
I would not be here

Reviews

[Lara]

I, too, enjoy whiskey. Occasionally, though. Particularly in the colder months - I love my Irish coffee.
But it's true, as you speak of here: it's a devil in a bottle. If we dance, we dance three feet apart - one foot each for father, son, and holy spirit.
God bless you, aldo.