John Thorkild Ellison - An Alcoholic

You poor dear guy with fishy eyes,
The kind of man my mother would despise,
I'd love to end your hopeless sorrow
And make you well -
For you there's only today,
And, sure as hell, there'll be no tomorrow.

John Thorkild Ellison

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