Gotta keep at this trying
No sense in shutting out the dying
The cost, they have no mummy
My counsellors words, not funny
So here on day two we are again
Sobriety attempt one hundred and ten
You can do this. Keep at it.
For them. For them. For them.
Dealing now with nausea and sweats
A body aching a mind upset
Mouth dry but spitting torrets
It’s time though for no regrets.
Sobriety attempt one hundred and ten.