new shoes from the Sally Army

I want

I was

I am

Scratchin in a Sally Army that echoes like a tin can

Drinkin the final day

Gold star for being clean

The obsession standoffish

                                 the craving

a slut

Always willing to ride the ride

Yeh, I’m on vitamin B

Why not try vitamin D?

Salad and cream and all kind of 

Mouth-watering treats

Wait. Right up our street

Just let the old jungle juice flow

Our keeper is crude and knowing

Box my thoughts

Ripe for an induced coma

Sober

I want a fuckin drink

What do you think?

Ya cow, ya lezzie, ya queer

Let me fuckin out of here

Hope – ya sick fuck

Bedsit, bed, blankets around my head

Stay sober

Is that fuckin windae open?

Most of me’s already been broken

Tryin to be honest here

All your sellin is fear

A voice in my head –said

Pal, you’re better off dead

My liver’s a bruise

Let me tell my good news

Breathin is like seagull shit

Stink

Worse than Beelzebub’s pit

Broken relationships, lost jobs –

Orphans by the score-

                                I’ve been clean

Prescribed medication, new start

New heart

The exception to every rule

Look at the same old fool

A humble man cannot fail

Discharged, disgraced, straight

To the same old jail

I say to myself

Cosy, a five-a-day stay

Pissy mats, bender, AA meetings

The full works

Zero tolerance. Cuts. Cuts. Cuts.

Live long enough 

Know the score

This time

Drop – into dreamland, bub.