at what point
can you not make
it to the car?
at what point
can you not make
it to the car,
pragmatically?
yes,
this is a drunk poem
at what point do you sigh and
take the needle off the record
‘cuz all is getting carried away?
the ice cubes are merged
into a glacier
you go and do the the thing you do
don’t bust your fucking lungs
in the process…
I hope someone is recording this
because I’m not
except this but…what is this?
a shot next of what,
you’re not the only one
quick, this is childish shit
quit I-T
you’ve watched the sphere fizzle
into grey
war war
war on the hill
war
war on the sil
that’s totally whiskey
yeah that’s totally…
take the keys away from him
clear drink drinker not so clear thinker
I’ve seen you turn twenty-one
drink drinks entirely too strong
and answer your cell phone
when it rings, once more…
why would
you yell at the man sleeping
on your way out?
are we bigger men by 2 AM?
what’d you have?
a lot of drinks from the catalog
just not
a mat shot, fuck the mat shot
yeah
know what ya mean
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