My favorite is a sweet white Russian drink
i love it so much
it helps me think
i try to drink it every chance that i get
cause i love the feel of Alcohol, seeping through my lips
i feel when im about to float in a cloud
an the rooms all just spinning around
takes away the emotions that i have
but i know my limits to quit
i just don't listen to what anybody says
ill pour anther then anther after that
ill keep pouring till i get every last drip
when i see my bottle is empty and dry
ill just stumble into my bed
scareming an shouting
hoping i don't wake up
with a pounding head
cause i never got any curable med's
- Author: Natalie Heisey (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 15th, 2019 21:23
- Category: Humor
- Views: 8
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