Past the point of plastered
room spinning, like a wheel
as would rank amateur, a *******
the nausea, that you feel
Imbibed to the limit
arriving at the brink
as example, or exhibit
of alcohol, to stink
Head down, shoulders rolling
praying to the porcelain lords
no way, no how, controlling
as overflowing, dikes, and fjords
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
Past the point of plastered
room spinning, like a wheel
as would rank amateur, a *******
the nausea, that you feel
Imbibed to the limit
arriving at the brink
as example, or exhibit
of alcohol, to stink
Head down, shoulders rolling
praying to the porcelain lords
no way, no how, controlling
as overflowing, dikes, and fjords
I've always wanted to use fjords in a poem!
Don't drink and go fjording friends ;D
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