Lush

Stick thin and full of sin
Power fade; power gone
Shaky reach for the gin.
Nasty streak lurks there still
No door will let you in.

Sex, charm you thought were fine
Puffy face now scorn worn
Reach shaking for the wine
Crawl from mess you made
No fight to spin a line.

Go now and in Hell rot.
Job in ruins; will all weak
Shake, reach now for the tot.
No help, you didn’t win.
Stick thin and full of gin.

Martin Delemare
20th September 2006