I got drunk on life
This time, like every time
The old trick works on me
I am just happy enough
Until I have had one too many
Then everything is buzzing
Fuzzy thoughts and accurate feelings
I carry on
As if my gut still permits it
Before promising, I learned my lesson
From overindulging.
This time, I will be more vigilant
Life tastes delicious;
But I should sip gently
Unless it is yet another hungover
From decisions I could regret long after
Then everything is buzzing
Accurate thoughts and fuzzy feelings
Drink moderately, or else I will be
Easily intoxicated
On this plethora of life experience
This time, I shall only get a little tipsy.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 5:49 AM UTC
I got drunk on life
This time, like every time
The old trick works on me
I am just happy enough
Until I have had one too many
Then everything is buzzing
Fuzzy thoughts and accurate feelings
I carry on
As if my gut still permits it
Before promising, I learned my lesson
From overindulging.
This time, I will be more vigilant
Life tastes delicious;
But I should sip gently
Unless it is yet another hungover
From decisions I could regret long after
Then everything is buzzing
Accurate thoughts and fuzzy feelings
Drink moderately, or else I will be
Easily intoxicated
On this plethora of life experience
This time, I shall only get a little tipsy.
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