Anonamus

Liquid Loss

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.



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