Beer Goggles
It is around the third or fourth pint
From reality you disconnect
And after about the fifth or sixth
Those beer goggles do take effect
While looking through beer goggles
The glass is always half full
Every chick looks a stunner
And easy for the pull
When wearing those beer goggles
You’ve got all the talk
Even the fattest and ugliest lasses
Can pull off a models catwalk
Beer goggles give you confidence
Every bird is there for the take
Every chest is inviting a grope
Whether they be real or fake
Beer goggles make you look cool
The center of attention and laughter
Yes you are the soul of the party
The problem comes the morning after
The effect of the goggles wears off
And your real vision can finally see
And you realise that you spent the night
With an old hag aged around sixty-three
Then the memories coming flooding back
Of the night before
Soiling yourself in public
Vomiting all over the floor
Being thrown out of the pub for molesting
Urinating against a brick wall
It is no small miracle then
That you managed to pull at all
Copyright © Gary Wayne Hill | Year Posted 2013
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