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Lonely green olive sitting in the glass,

drowning in a still pool of day old gin.

Drinking these I thought used to give me class,

but they just gave me feelings of chagrin.



Sloshing them down made me a drunken fool,

slurring my words, well as staining my clothes.

Nobody wanted to watch me trip and drool,

though they all laughed when yelling there he blows.



Excessive drinking was my social crutch,

as I tried to overcome my demeanor.

No one ever got close to me and touch,

just saw me getting leaner and leaner.



Now I’m sober and follow the program,

ever since I’ve discovered who I am.