
It isn’t at all what you think
Like that husband of mine has drove me to drink
It has nothing to do with him – though he’s a pain
So I can hardly suggest that he’s to blame
And it isn’t that I drink that much
Just a glass here and there – after meetings and such
So do not judge me when I nurse a glass
For I’m just letting a little time to pass
Before I have to get up and reality suspend
And type up my copy to the editor send
For I write for a paper spreading celebrity gossip
It is that and not the whiskey that’s really toxic
Yet people read it, forming judgements and opinions
Like sheep in a flock, the big media minions
Padre