I know a man with a hollow leg full of liquor,
He drinks all day and all night as he gets sicker,
He's lost all semblance of self control,
I'm afraid someday it will consume his soul,
The poor guy suffered a stroke and a heart attack,
He even died on the gurney and doctors brought him back,
A near death experience didn't lessen his alcohol consumption,
He must've made a deal with the devil, he's got the gumption,
I should poke a hole in my friends spirited leg,
Insert a siphon and pump dry his leg keg,
Then maybe he'd have a fighting chance to feel better,
Invoking conversations with him that make sense to the letter,
Instead of the gobbledygook I hear during his stupors,
Or dealing with pissy pants and dizzy vertigo manoeuvres,
I feel like his days are numbered but he could care less,
This is me praying he finds strength to clean up his mess.
~ Farls Tokley
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