The Lit Tippler

A literary mess

But he really liked to write

He liked his drinks, too

Boy, could he toss them back

And write, and write, and write

Life was a good old fucker

He was one happy tippler

As long as he was writing

And always lit up

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

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