Plastered, smashed, inebriated, off my face, at the board ... call it whatever you want.
I've been drunk since 2.30 this afternoon and I don't give a damn! Whooo!
Here's the secret folks,
I'm a talky drunk.
Every damned poet needs an audience,
and mines just running off for the sunset.
A fire without fuel dies.
where were you when I needed you?
Would you rather read my words then hear my voice?
Damn you all and your indifference.
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