'What has happened? What am I seeing? <br />Am I mad, or am I a nervous being <br />The world is swaying from one side to another <br />And this unnatural sight has put me in a spot of bother.' <br /> <br />'Wait, wait! I see a lamp-post in the distance <br />Or is it my imagination conveyed by my sodden trance? <br />Now I can hear a stray dog howl <br />And I can see, perched on the oak-tree, there's an owl.' <br /> <br />'No! Damn! The lamp-post has disappeared <br />Unexpectedly, my movements and eyesight have queered <br />The world seems to be rocking more vigorously <br />The dog seems to be howling even more ferociously.' <br /> <br />'Oh God! I should not have drunk so much liquor <br />I should have known that it makes me sicker <br />I wish I had gone easy on the drink <br />At least, life wouldn't play pranks with a wink.' <br /> <br />'I want to go home now, I've had enough <br />Of life's tricks, which are sometimes rough <br />I'll love my wife, begin anew, start something <br />And then...............................' Nothing.<br /><br />RONY PATRA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ramblings-of-a-drunkard/
