She's the Ale in Fairytale

Secretly

exploited myself one

drunk morning, trying to get

over boring. The girl I was

sloppy over, lives with my

ex-girl. And probably told her

the next morning.

All weekend mourning over my

embarrassment. My homegirl's

birthday, I straight up mined it.

Clueless then, barely breathing

in. Body hurts like, "what the heck you be putting in it."

Skys the limit when marge

starts sippin. Alcoholic beverages.

Consecutively goin. She keeps goin.