He spent his time in a bottle of wine,
Sipping his life away through night and day,
To finally find that he did not mind
Being cast away and living that way.

He didn’t shutter at life in the gutter,
It was all the same the wine eased the pain,
It didn’t matter that things weren’t better,
His life would wane there was nothing to gain.

When went empty he beg for a penny,
All that would pass by for spare change he’d try,
That cheep wine would free and be company
So he’s moan and cry until he could buy.

He spent his time in a bottle of wine
Only to find he had poured out his mind.