Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCXXXIII
Write a short poem about waking up in drunken regret. On this one, winner is decided by likes. Make it brutal. 25 big ones on the line. Go.
Not Sure Why
I'm not sure why
Vodka is so good
Drink until I die?
Just like papa said I would
I'm really not sure why
I always feel this pull
To drink to destroy
Can't stop now, I'm full
I'm just not sure why
Last night comes in flashes
My cigarette, my friendships
My life is in ashes
I meant what I said
At the time, didn't I?
I must have, but the problem,
I'm just not sure why
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