Herbert Nehrlich - Booze

My mother said 'if you drink booze
you soon will sing your private blues'.
Just buttermilk and herbal tea
was what she saw as good for me.
I drank my booze for sixty years
as of today, I'm in arrears.
I've yet to really sing the blues
and think that booze attracts the muse.
They say that man's above the beast,
that's why I never, in the least
have listened to my mother's voice.
I say to her, boys will be boys.

Herbert Nehrlich

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