Being intoxicated is,
A gift and a curse.
One that can result in forgetfulness,
Or riding in a hearse.
You can see unseen beauty,
Beneath the human skin.
You can see different colors,
Or maybe want to travel to Berlin.
It is hard to say how strange,
How it feels to be drunk.
Sometimes it feels amazing,
Other times it feels bunk.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
Being intoxicated is,
A gift and a curse.
One that can result in forgetfulness,
Or riding in a hearse.
You can see unseen beauty,
Beneath the human skin.
You can see different colors,
Or maybe want to travel to Berlin.
It is hard to say how strange,
How it feels to be drunk.
Sometimes it feels amazing,
Other times it feels bunk.
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