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 The Drunkards Path Silly Poems 7/30/2016
 Those Streets Of Gold Inspirational Poems 7/29/2016
 Be Proud Life 7/27/2016
 They Say Way Up There Inspirational Poems 7/26/2016
 I'm Not Your Judge And Jury  Inspirational Poems 7/16/2016
 Audrey And The Deer Childrens Poetry 7/6/2016
 We Know Not Inspirational Poems 7/5/2016
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 A Walk On The Beach Love 4/13/2016
 Rally Backfire Fantasy Poems 4/13/2016
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 The Political Train Fantasy Poems 4/13/2016
 Just An Old Vet Dedications 4/7/2016
 Waiting On Her Marine Inspirational Poems 4/7/2016
 Springtime Nature 4/6/2016
 Waiting For His Return Love 4/6/2016
 Crying In The Graveyard Love 4/5/2016
 Lonely Town Insight 3/25/2016
 Way Up [song] Song Lyrics 3/25/2016
 Bartenders Wisdom Inspirational Poems 3/22/2016
 Billy The Kid Cowboy Poems 3/21/2016
 Cotton Life 3/21/2016
 His Sacrafice Inspirational Poems 3/19/2016
 There Stands An Old Cross Song Lyrics 3/19/2016
 Jesus Is Waiting On The Other Side Song Lyrics 3/19/2016
 The Winds Of Change Nature 3/19/2016
 Under The Ocean Bank Childrens Poetry 3/19/2016
 Judgment Day Inspirational Poems 2/14/2016
 Past Lifes Love 1/29/2016
 When This World Ends Inspirational Poems 1/24/2016
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The Drunkards Path

The Drunkards Path

Some say I'm an alcoholic
Because of this beer in my hand
But they are so wrong about me
Each day I only drink a thirty pack of cans

Alcoholics go to meeting
While drunks just get wasted
Others just want to judge us
But they don't know what we've tasted

I might get a bit wasted
Until my speech becomes slurred
But it's when I stand up
That my vision becomes blurred

I might be a bit staggery
And I don't walk in a zoom
But you best get out of my way
When I head towards the restroom

Now don't make fun of me
Just because I'm a drunk
For times I go for weeks without a bath
It's been said I smell like a skunk

Just stay clear of me
Or you'll feel my wrath
As I work my way around
This old drunkards path

No don't make fun of me
Those remarks I've heard them all
Now let me get back to you later
I just heard another thirty pack call

written 7/30/2016 by Norman Hale Jr.

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