Triple A –

He had a personal drunk
joined local ‘Alcoholics Aren’t Anonymous’
knew that quick switch from love to hate in the blink of a Black-eye
cowboy drunk mount-ups, innocent money taken to Bars
bitter lemon social services sympathy
and the Pope kissed the feet of his Father

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