In Denial

Once I get in there
with a drink in my hand
and join the rest of the
'my wife doesn't understand
me' gang
I deny everything.

We all sing the same song
of innocence.
Not one of us has ever done
anything wrong.

It is all done to us
not by us
and complaints
about our behaviour
are, of course, a big fuss
about nothing.

We are reasonable men
with the fairest of terms
and conditions.

I love drinking
in this club.
I don't know why I
always feel so lousy
the next morning?

I would ask my wife
to soothe my brow
but she doesn't
understand me.

Blub! Blub! Blub!