Pardon My French

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Vintage Publishing


Too much to drink

Submitted: September 19, 2018

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Pardon my french, too much fucking tequila,

Slurred speech, I’m typing in hieroglyphs.

Too dizzy, can’t stand on my own two feet,

Too fucked up to drive, but I’m going ninety five.

 

Creature of habit, stupor is my night routine,

A fucking rockstar, drinking until I pass out.

Mix in a stimulant, not talking about caffeine,

Fighting off unconsciousness with nicotine.

 

Just got paid, finna blow my whole paycheck

In a single fucking day, reckless and irresponsible.

Acting a motherfucking fool, despite all of my intellect,

I’m better than this, but old habits fucking die hard.

 

Self inflicted wounds, I’m my own worst enemy,

One step forward, yet I’m taking two steps backs.

Disarray and dysfunction, reaching maximum entropy,

An obscure national holiday, today is Suicide Saturday.

 

Always yawning, through these days I’m sleepwalking,

Zombie shuffle, waking up within a hangover haze.

Loss of control and consciousness, death comes knocking

At my door, too much poison inside of my bloodstream.

 

Fucked around and got attached, now I’m addicted,

Obsessive thoughts, can’t get you out of my fucking mind.

Guilty of so many crimes, no way that I’ll be acquitted,

Despite the health risks, I’m never gonna be fucking sober.

 

Pardon my french, too much fucking tequila,

Slurred speech, I’m typing in hieroglyphs.

Too dizzy, can’t stand on my own two feet,

Too fucked up to drive, but I’m going ninety five.

 


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