Oh, dearest temptation.
You bitter, sweet elixir,
Make my mortal mind a merry go round,
A mental mess of merry and muck.
O'spirit from the groggy ground,
How you curresses and corrupt
My very soul and empty my insides.
I am humbled by your might,
You beautiful and betraying
beverage. How you fuck up my life,
and how I am weak without you.
Take me to a fantasy land and,
watch me get fucked over by all
my poor ever perpetuating shitty life choices
As I yell at God itself
Thank you and Fuck you
For Alcohol.
But it turns out,
I'm yelling at a cat at two in the morning.
- Author: Anonamus (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 11th, 2018 06:12
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 24
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