Poem In A Drunkard's Wallet With A Postscript

My head spins like the troubled World And the tumbler's liquid evaporates soon. Before it runs deep I must swallow As I have already paid for the stuff. I like to take one more drink But no more coins in the wallet And I am looking for an emergency door to run away Before I order an another drink. I gulped it faster but the rear door was locked And I ordered and ordered like a fluke Till I got drunk. P.S. To be purchased, 2.Foot-Rulers,2.Boxes of pastels,2.Scrap-books,6.Sheets of brown paper,2.HB pencils with a cutter,2.Stencils(English Alphabet) ,2.Erasers and few beginner books with pictures, children to read and do not forget to buy my family planning tablets.