Whiskyjack - Every Poem Lyrics

Every poem is about whisky
Every poem is an excuse
Every poem makes someone unhappy
And every poem sets someone else loose
Every poem is about hate
Every poem begins in the gutter
Every poem is written too late
And every poem is a drunkard's mutter
Every poem hurts people who matter
Every poem is full of good intentions
Every poem feels like an over-full bladder
And every poem's someone's sick obsessions
Every poem is a poke in the eye
Every poem is a stroke of the neck
Every poem is a stray hand of the blind
And every poem's a hoarse cry from some wreck
Every Poem is about whisky
Every poem is an excuse
Every poem makes someone unhappy
And every poem sets someone else loose