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Playing for Beer
"Better get some of this, you earned it",
he said, hefting the pitcher of frothy brew.
My life had become a joke I thought.
"Maybe I want to quit drinking", I said.
"Quit tomorrow", he countered,
as we left the counter for the bandstand.
My struggle is a deep thirst thirty, a tug of war
between "me other half" and going half nuts.
Hot dogging for beer is too much fun
between the buns, the party is non-stop,
who needs an excuse? Quit now.
Two days and nights later I am screaming,
praying aloud to any god that will hear me.
I just want to be normal again. I am not
going to drink my way out of this one.
I called a girlfriend who advised, eat celery.
My ex-wife nurse said I needed to calm down.
Best advice: what ever you think will work,
probably will. Stay in bed and be glad for
each minute you are not chuggin' beers.
Add up the minutes until your head clears.
I'm one of the five percent who stay sober.
If you can quit, call me a year from now.
Speaking as one musician to another,
We'll have a lot of notes to compare.
Original Playing for Beer
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