A shot
Shoulders prickling with Excitement
A bubble in my chest
Focus naught on any else
My thirst is unrelenting
And then I take a shot
Coursing through my veins
Like a soothing elixir
Mind is greased
Body relaxed
And then I take a shot
Now my muscles tighten
My vision is blurred
Thoughts inhibited
Actions undeterred
And then I take a shot
Here appears the woman
The apple of my eye
I met two hours past
This angel from the sky
And then I take a shot
Table came from nowhere
I think I stubbed my toe
I wish I was a bear…
I really love the snow
And then I take a shot
I fuckin’ love you man
What’s your name again?
Everything is spinning
Winning...Binning…Flinning
And then I take a shot
My porcelain pillow
Where at last I lay my head
Pit stop on the floor
In vomit I’m found dead
And then they take a shot
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