The Drunkard's Cry
A song made by Udehani Chinedu
The Drunkard's Cry
A song made by Udehani Chinedu
Drunkard's song
A Drunkard once sang while clutching a bottle of liquor and a stick of cigar:
Pull me not,i want to chill in the cesspit,i want to fly on wings of smoke,shadow boxed me,i pulled back,dodged it,pushed back.i won't surrender to staggering and spirits of my legs.
Rivers of beer ferry me to my house,winds of liquor fly me to see my wife,smoke of cigars drive me home.
Tommorow is another fun day,life is heaven,drinking is my angels' wings,i can fly to anywhere of my choice.
He drinks to stupor ,he's a liquor dinosaur,could smell beer from afar,he could detect smoke through the air.he limps on fun,wary in talk,he's full fun and funny too,a circus to watch.
No dull moment,dusk is fun,at dawn he looks weak and funny,diseased by hangover,cruelled by sunlight.handcuffed by liquor habit he crafted many years ago,all by himself and his friends.
Old age is very cruel to a youth who drinks away today.sun become is tormentor,hunger is mentor,rain is monitor.
Poverty wipes a drunkard just the way it wipes a gambler and mugger.
Every drunkard has a hole or two in his pocket and throath that takes away all his money and strength.
He cries thus:life is worrisome at the dawn,tiresome at dusk,my bones are weak,my hands are rotten and fearful.Poverty has clothed me with sickness at sun set,wretched has boxed me to a corner at sun set.
All my hypers and pipers have all gone to nowhere i think i know.my pretty girls have all grown wings and flew away to nowhere i think i know.
Suddenly,he remembers his old lyrics:
Beer pushed me to the gutters,liquor ferry me to cool cesspool let me swim.life is fun and funny.
He now lives in regret of his youthful foolishness and idle drunkness.
Wind fears him,sun hit him hard with fever,poverty staggers him so rough.
Smell of beer loathes him,smoke of cigar convulses him bitterly,
The wind of poverty is hard and fierce at him,shame stirs him in the face like a mirror,shadow fears him.
He cries thus:life is worrisome at the dawn,tiresome at dusk,my bones are weak,my hands are rotten and fearful.Poverty has clothed me with sickness at sun set,wretched has boxed me to a corner at sun set.
Poverty wipes a drunkard just the way it wipes a gambler and mugger.
Every drunkard has a hole or two in his pocket and throath that takes away all his money and strength.
All my hypers and pipers have all gone to nowhere i think i know.my pretty girls have all grown wings and flew away to nowhere i think i know.
Suddenly,he remembers his old lyrics:
Beer pushed me to the gutters,liquor ferry me to cool cesspool let me swim.life is fun and funny.
He now lives in regret of his youthful foolishness and idle drunkness.
Wind fears him,sun hit him hard with fever,poverty staggers him so rough.
Smell of beer loathes him,smoke of cigar convulses him bitterly,
The wind of poverty is hard and fierce at him,shame stirs him in the face like a mirror,shadow fears him.
He cries thus:life is worrisome at the dawn,tiresome at dusk,my bones are weak,my hands are rotten and fearful.Poverty has clothed me with sickness at sun set,wretched has boxed
Poverty wipes a drunkard just the way it wipes a gambler and mugger.
Every drunkard has a hole or two in his pocket and throath that takes away all his money and strength.
He now lives in regret of his youthful foolishness and idle drunkness.
Wind fears him,sun hit him hard with fever,poverty staggers him so rough.
Smell of beer loathes him,smoke of cigar convulses him bitterly,
The wind of poverty is hard and fierce at him,shame stirs him in the face like a mirror,shadow fears him.
He cries thus:life is worrisome at the dawn,tiresome at dusk,my bones are weak,my hands are rotten and fearful.Poverty has clothed me with sickness at sun set,wretched has boxed
