My heart gets broken every time I see my father wastes his money for a bottle of whisky or beer. This has been for years. People would ask, "How come you don’t have enough money when your father works abroad and your mother is a nurse?" I opted to answer them through this poem:

I’ll just say this blame it on the alcohol.

Better get over the worries and troubles if you can

poison sometimes works better than elixir, man!

Better get over the worries and troubles if we can
poison sometimes works better than elixir, man!

A little intoxicated but I still remember. I am getting better, so you better hang on for the ride. Tamara.

A poem about some days of fear and anxiety.

What else is there when drunkness brings you to me?

Poetry of a drunkard struggling to find his way in life.

What happens when your love life gets a little mathematical?