Drip feed. Or. another wee poem I did write.

Er... the unspoken; the bitten lip.
Unsung and goodly deeds.
Humiliation is the pity tip,
Ooh, my bitten lip bleeds.

That new resolution, to drink more,
(The hat I'm wearing now),
Has made me an insatiable bore.
My drunk is drink'd. What's now?

An addiction? A powder line show?
This TankGirl on my dish?
Hmm. You don't know what he thinks i know.
Could I really be that selfish..?

To my friends i'll be honest and true,
Bless'em. They've seen me right.
Bruno's clan, Ed's, some others and Boo,
Good morning and/or good night.

:)