LIFE OF A DRUNKARD

he never thinks
That is why he stinks
People make jet of him
He thinks they like him
He sleeps around
When he thought his bound
His bed is the gutter
He sleeps but never dreams
Like to him is the sweetest
It because he doesn't cares
He never seems to move forward
He spends anyhow
His life just stays
He got to enjoy his life through the green bottle
His big body start deflating
To him he thinks his losing his weight
But the body knows best
His work halfdone, never leaves the rest
His children suffer
But they still live life longer
And his life becomes shorter
The life of a drunkard