IT WAS ALL I EVER LIVED FOR

Back in the wilds of March 2019 I somehow
Thought a week without getting shit-faced in
A pub deserved a poem of its own but now,
Some five years later, I can’t even think about
The waste of all those years, hell it was more
Like decades, now without getting sick &
Most certainly not the hungover kind but
Then it was all I ever seemed to live for.