You may lie
Back and think
Of your native lands,
And sigh
So he will think
In his drink
That his hands
And unshaven kiss
Have tipped you
Into the abyss
Of bliss
In his heart
(The better part)?
He may know
That it is not so,
But drink
Causes many a man to think
The untrue is true,
(But there are sober fools too).
And you,
do you Do
What you Need to
When you take the cash
Of the lonely, brash
And rash?
K Morris - Poet 
This is an excellent poem, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie.
Nice one, Kev
Thank you. I am pleased you like it, Kev. Best – Kevin