I stare down a shot of
vodka, take it dry, no chase(r),
One more sip?? or maybe
not? my thoughts begin to race,
I'm nauseated by the
smell but excited by the taste,
"Shots!", My
"friends" urge me onwards as if in haste.
As one turned into 2,
then 3, then 4, I lost count,
Didn't even notice as my
alcohol level began to mount,
Until now...now my
thoughts are no longer mine,
Last I checked I
couldn't walk in a straight line.
I can't take it any
more, I swallow it one one foul swoop,
Mouth itches, throat
burns, my stomach churns like "whoop"!
Time for the lemon to
act, take a bite to relax my insides,
And it really works,
notwithstanding the bitterness besides.
At this point in time I
know, it's gona be a long night,
My body agrees, in the
end alcohol's gona win this fight,
Sleep, you don't miss
me, do you? I'm coming, don't fret,
You're my number 2 now,
number one on the list is the toilet.
