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An alcoholic's appetite

It's a mental ******

Chase it

with some whiskey

wine and dine

on an alcoholic's appetite

A mental fight

It's wrong!

It's right!

My drink

A sanctuary

2 am and nothing means ****

I'm havin' a fit

Jim Beam, My main man

Kick with him

Catch it with nets I can

Worries disappear

With Captain's there's nothin' to fear

Can you hear

troubles fading away?

Problems that were

the rave of the day

No more

(No longer a do-right)

of what it's like to feel real

kneel at the uh-oh toilet

until upset subsides

All the pain of surprise

How can life be so unfair?

Do I care

anymore?

My loved ones turned to folklore

Bathe in the galore

of false realities

Am I me

or the person I chose to be?

After endless rounds of Jose Cuervo

Did I lose count? I count it

amongst my friends.

He's the only man

that's been there.

Are we square?

Tequila, my companion

of the day

Throw all your cares away

Hakuna Matata

what a wonderful stage

to come to

Kissin' the bottle

Lovin' the liquor

Runnin' down the throat

Tryin' to feel it quicker

Drunk and Happy

because life is a world away

Issues?

You don't need tissues

with beer as company

Lonely, doesn't mean a thing

and company is a closer fantasy

The smoke from a cigarette

the hit you can't quit

Bad habits

Carrots for rabbits

and *nothin' feels as **** good*

like ***** and nicotine

makes me lean and mean

ready for anything

Lickin' the sin off my chin

Party hardy

All fun with Bacardi

I can handle it

and down the rest of my ****

Until it's 11 a.m. the next day

late for work again

Maybe, I'm okay

It's meant to be, Eve

and her apple

Temptation's frustration

See? It's destiny

This poison and me

Crack, a poor man's coke

Jack, a poor girl's hope

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jacqueline-ivascu
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Published
May 13, 2010
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