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Oct 2020
2 competitors
100 shots of whiskey each
One by one
They down their glass
Until one of them
Falls on their ***
.
Words get said
Words are slurred
Some words are not even heard

Still they go
One after the other.
Drunken and sad
Shot after shot
Until one passes out
Written by
Tony Anderson  40/M/Humansville Missouri
(40/M/Humansville Missouri)   
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