Trapped alone in a darkened mind,
A deep shadow invades her face,
An innocent tortured by

The grumpy waitress is lashed
By the twang of Americans
Above the Bavarian hum,
Until the end of

Nepenthe

The reputed powers
of alcohol , Bachus
son of the thunderbolt
to rid us of our

Being 18, it’s like a roller-coaster
It’s lazy mornings and nights of heavy drinking
Mornings when

I watched your supposed

Last reading (The Last Straw)

And every time you drank

I did

We all say we can do it
But now is the month to prove it
Take a stand
For your fellow man

And

With tracksuit bottoms over warm ' jamies',
Maggy emerges from her dust filled hole.
On the icy

I've been in a staring contest with her for a week now
And she doesn't show any sign of

You went mad last year
Blew your roof, completely
disappeared for a month or few
Snorting