Flat Out at the Bottle Bank

by John
(London, England)

Thanks for the memories
I can't really remember.

was it the vino
that made me a wino
or was it waiting in the wings
for me?

who was it sang to me or
is that some distortion of memory?

The number of times
times the bottles of wines
and they're all empty too,

flat out at the bottle bank
what does a man have to do?

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