Those Pint Glass Bottomed Spectacles
Those pint glass bottomed spectacles
are staring up at me
as you gurgle down another beer
and burp and boff with glee.
Gone are your inhibitions
your humanity and pride,
you're acting like an animal
now that alcohol's inside.
You're acting kind of foolish
like I've never seen before,
the kind of things you wouldn't do
if sober as before.
Gone is the man I used to know
the gent with love and care,
now when if you return at night
our home's a lion's lair.
Not realizing you're losing us
by being out from three,
you're spending all the money
on the booze not rent or tea.
You're married to the drinker's tap
unbalanced and disturbed,
our wardrobe's not a public lav
your senseless lunacy's absurd!
Now take off those pint glass spectacles
when you dare to look at me
you're killing off the you inside
along with love of family.
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