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Excuse me while I partake in a little tipple

I love alcohol he said like I used to love the nipple

As a baby my he said could not wean me off

And now as an alcoholic I am lost

He still craved to suckle in some primal way

He missed his mother’s breast and milk in a baby way

Maybe his addiction came through this

Now he’s and alcoholic spending all of his time pissed

Maybe if he sobered up he would see what he missed

And he did this once in the late seventies

And spent the eighties trying to repent

For all the wrong things he did while hell bent

Defeating all the demons that being sober exposed

So he went back to alcohol to strength his resolve.