Drinking 20 pints regularly, done with consummate ease 

Add a bottle of vodka on top if you please

Mixing beer, wine and spirits what a crazy thinker

All the time believing I was a social drinker

There is no one but me to blame

So much behaviour laden with shame

Throwing up in a public place

Never a good look, a complete disgrace

A time lived mainly in anger and lust

Argue, get pissed then a pelvic thrust

A continual cycle of adventure and thrills

Shyness masked with a cloak of inebriated skills

Any sort of drink a permanent extension of my hand

Ejected from many places, even sometimes banned

Often brash and extremely loud

Looking back it doesn’t make me proud

Stereotyped actor I no longer wanted to be

Had to change if future years I wished to see

No alcohol at all for 7 years now

Those that knew me then can’t believe how