A Poet’s Prayer

by John Whitworth

I watch the bastards moving in
To tax my whisky and my gin
And tear me from my life of sin.
Alas! that any man should sink,
Enfeebled by the demon drink,
To depths too dire to even think.
Before I tumble on my face
And seal my doom and my disgrace
The Government is on my case.
They beggar me to save my soul
And imitate the Saviour’s role
To justify the cash they stole.
Christ, who turned water into wine,
Watch over me and what is mine,
Turn all these devils into swine.
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