Drunk In The End Times

Dan Adams

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How to save a man from drowning, 

When all he wants is to sleep. 

The mistakes of love and life long gone, 

Poison breath on an ill wind. 

 

A good man is worth two in the bush,

But the world is adrift in a sea of self doubt, 

And forests burn while people weep,

For shut public houses and sanitised flesh. 

 

Is love the answer to all the questions? 

To things unsaid and feelings unfelt. 

While doll-like girls give a thousand likes, 

To Insta-creations born of deceit. 

 

A man likes a woman over laptop glow, 

Trading lies they tell themselves. 

They’re going steady, but have never met, 

The truest of love for trying times. 

 

How to save a man from drowning, 

When all he wants is to sink.

Good times are gone, and happiness too. 

Poison breath on an ill wind. 

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