Wasted Nights of Intoxicated Days
The empty bottles clank
_under my chair
Spilt beer becomes
__sticky spots
___on the floor
Blurred vision
_as I lay next
__to that mess
___my vomit encrusted
____mouth agape
Wondering how
_this happened
__yet again
I TRY TO STOP IT!
However
_the elation
__reaching that level
___of self-defilement
____wins out
_____every time
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