Stumble into the wall
Crash into a window
Where am I?
How many did I have?
One, six, twelve?
With a can in my hand I make my way down the hall
Said I would quit, said I had enough
Down it and crush it
You all sit and witness
Not one word is spoken
I say this is the last one
You grab it out of my hand, say I’ve had plenty
Too late, I’m gone
Too late, I’m shit faced
F.U.B.R’ed and numb
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