He opens his wallet and sees a big hole
He asks himself, "what did I just do to my wallet?"
He remembers the night, he partied hard and drank well with strange women.
He counts the type of liquor he bought and the number of women he shared with but he lost count.
He counts again, yet he lost the count again;'damn it' he yells.
He looks at his wallet hoping for a miracle, yet he still sees a '0' amount.
He tries to remember the amount he spent,
He started counting, but he lost count, too.
He walks to the ATM, and checks his bank balance
He sees three digits '0.00'
He has made another hole in his bank account - again.
He made a haste promise that he would never drink again.
Next fortnight he stuffed his wallet with bank notes
But never kept the promise he made
The hole in his wallet still remains.
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 8:34 PM UTC
He opens his wallet and sees a big hole
He asks himself, "what did I just do to my wallet?"
He remembers the night, he partied hard and drank well with strange women.
He counts the type of liquor he bought and the number of women he shared with but he lost count.
He counts again, yet he lost the count again;'damn it' he yells.
He looks at his wallet hoping for a miracle, yet he still sees a '0' amount.
He tries to remember the amount he spent,
He started counting, but he lost count, too.
He walks to the ATM, and checks his bank balance
He sees three digits '0.00'
He has made another hole in his bank account - again.
He made a haste promise that he would never drink again.
Next fortnight he stuffed his wallet with bank notes
But never kept the promise he made
The hole in his wallet still remains.
#broke #liquoreffect
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