Array ( [sid] => 185667 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => I Can/'/t Get Drunk [time] => 2018-12-09 17:49:38 [hometext] => This fictional poem takes place in the year 1984. [bodytext] => I can/'/t believe what the USA Government has done.
They/'/ve raised the drinking age up to twenty-one.
I just turned eighteen last week.
Now I can/'/t get drunk and it/'/s bleak.

Before I can buy any booze, I/'/ll have to wait three years.
I really want some vodka, Jack Daniels and a keg of beer.
Why did the government have to do what they did?
It/'/s been my dream to be the town drunk since I was a kid.

I bought a fake ID but the liquor store owner knows it/'/s phony.
I told him that it/'/s genuine but he says that/'/s a lot of baloney.
He just grabbed me and threw me out the door.
It looks like I won/'/t get any booze at his store.

I asked my uncle to buy me some beer.
He got so angry that he boxed my ears.
Now I can/'/t get plastered and that isn/'/t fun.
I can/'/t get any booze until I turn twenty-one. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 56 [topic] => 7 [informant] => randyjohnson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - I Can't Get Drunk


I Can't Get Drunk
Date: Sunday, 9th December 2018 @ 05:49:38 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: randyjohnson
I can/'/t believe what the USA Government has done.
They/'/ve raised the drinking age up to twenty-one.
I just turned eighteen last week.
Now I can/'/t get drunk and it/'/s bleak.

Before I can buy any booze, I/'/ll have to wait three years.
I really want some vodka, Jack Daniels and a keg of beer.
Why did the government have to do what they did?
It/'/s been my dream to be the town drunk since I was a kid.

I bought a fake ID but the liquor store owner knows it/'/s phony.
I told him that it/'/s genuine but he says that/'/s a lot of baloney.
He just grabbed me and threw me out the door.
It looks like I won/'/t get any booze at his store.

I asked my uncle to buy me some beer.
He got so angry that he boxed my ears.
Now I can/'/t get plastered and that isn/'/t fun.
I can/'/t get any booze until I turn twenty-one.

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