Anonymous Beer Drinker

I drink beer every single day my mind is not clear.
Hear it from me it's no picnic in this desert of pain,
deserted my brain, in a fit of cheer.
Threw it in a waste paper basket.
Who is they?

They are those that remain in a straight framed life.
I'm walking a tight-rope in a straight line that falls into a casket.
To broke to mend when the trick ends, i'll end a broken master.
Still standing consuming too drunk to fend.
Will you lend a hand when my hands for knives hit the fan?

Because they hurt everybody they touch in this baron land.
But it will get  better, I hope to know it will.
I just wish there was a pill to do it quicker.
Then i'd know how to do what to do.
Till then I feather-tread, watching my head.

As the anonymous beer drinker.