2 competitors
100 shots of whiskey each
One by one
They down their glass
Until one of them
Falls on their ass
.
Words get said
Words are slurred
Some words are not even heard
Still they go
One after the other.
Drunken and sad
Shot after shot
Until one passes out
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A poem that literally I have seen but in metaphor it applies to many other things. Nicely written Tony
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Good old winter nights! Great writing, my friend! Cheers!
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Yep, that'd be the way, methinks. Nothing like many of the foolish activities we engage in for the challenge and fun of it, eh? Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
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