The Beast hustles out of his cave on Friday afternoons...
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The Beast hustles out of his cave on Friday afternoons...
he's envious of the people sneaking out of work early to have some fun at the local spots.
he's daydreaming of a bottle or two to down while I cook dinner tonight.
he's angry and depressed I can't be like other people and feed him the poison he loves.
he tells me a couple glasses of wine with that cute co-worker will guarantee some action on a sidestreet before I head home.
he's convinced he can convince me a drink or 8 on a Friday is ok, I've done so well being sober.
But he's bound for another night of starving, alone, pathetically.
Because the little, devious, mypic, evil, amnesiatic, devil seems to always forget something -
I don't drink.
he's daydreaming of a bottle or two to down while I cook dinner tonight.
he's angry and depressed I can't be like other people and feed him the poison he loves.
he tells me a couple glasses of wine with that cute co-worker will guarantee some action on a sidestreet before I head home.
he's convinced he can convince me a drink or 8 on a Friday is ok, I've done so well being sober.
But he's bound for another night of starving, alone, pathetically.
Because the little, devious, mypic, evil, amnesiatic, devil seems to always forget something -
I don't drink.
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