ACES, DRINKS AND SPADES – Vincent Edward Manda

What was I drinking,

That day

When I made you go away?

What was I thinking,

That day

When I bluffed and lost the game?


I must have been breathing in some strange mind altering substance

That helped me make such a crazy judgement

On that strange and fateful day.


It must have been from a bad bottle

The substance which throttled my mind

And talked me into playing

All the bad cards;

Leaving the right ones behind.


But dear lover,

You know what Lemmy says:

‘You know I’m going to lose,

Gambling is for fools, but that’s the way I like it baby I don’t wanna live forever’


I drank and I lost

And I did it all knowing the cost.

Always doubling up,

Never quitting.

Always looking for that thrill of living.


But sometimes I wonder

What was I drinking

And what the hell was I thinking?

Why did I force you to get going?

On that very strange day.


At other times I wonder,

If I’d drunk some more;

On that fateful day,

Would I have passed out and avoided it all?


his name rhymes with ‘mince’. He’s rarely without a notebook and can usually be found next to the closest bottle of red wine. Previously a writer for The Roehampton Lane Journal.

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