An Alcoholic Before 21
Tonight's the night to take a drink,
As shots of whiskey are better than those
To my skull, I think.
And perhaps a bit of brandy to hose
The pain away,
A little bit of tequila
To throw a little sunshine my way.
And to top it off, a fruity little glass
That'll make my head spin so hard
I'll pass out on the grass.
Oh, let me drink my thoughts to death,
An alcoholic before twenty one,
Going to school with liquor on my breath,
A wobble in my walk,
And a stumble in my slur,
And I seem to talk and talk
To people that never were.
But anything is better
Than sleeping all alone,
So bartender pour me something strong
And then take me home.
3-28-16
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