Most of the times

After few large pegs

Words flash like lightening

In the clouded mind

I hurriedly search before I forget

Scraps of paper, tissue or tabs

Anything I can, write upon

If nothing’s there, I memorise them all

Try hard to remember

Next day on the pot

But booze has a way

It distills all thoughts

Till all that’s left is

Hard as rocks

No dash of honey

Cheese or chocs

Just plain bullshit

To describe all the shit

That everyone keeps on

Dropping off