Herbert Nehrlich - A Disease Called Alcoholism

Herbert Nehrlich - A Disease Called Alcoholism

Turned to the boss, he stammered 'PLEASE, br I'm overwhelmed by this disease. br I cannot help it that I drink br and if I AM now at the brink br of losing what pays all my bills, br your verdict Sir, will be what kills br and you would carry in your soul br the guilt from taking on the role br to pull the rug from under me br and hang me from the tallest tree. br br You know, mylord, I cannot stop, br a kangaroo must always hop, br I have, as you will, doubtless, guess br searched deep within, my heart, no less. br br The fault, however, does not rest br with me but hatched inside the nest, br you see my father was too strict br he labelled me a derelict. br br My mother nursed me for two moons br next door they raised a pair of goons. br And that, of course, was what soon paved br the road for me to a depraved br and helter-skelter life of stress, br so, on your sacking, stop the press! br br Genetically, I carry genes br that ripened in my early teens. br It's chromosomes from Mum and Dad br and if you ask me, they are bad. br br Thus, all in all, I'm NOT to blame. br The world around me takes the shame. br A drink to me is medicine br and not some godforsaken sin.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-08

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