the devil's juice

This is warning
A simple prose
For those
That want to sip
Upon the devil's piss
A toxic concoction
Distilled in pits of hell
By unstable goblins
And psycyopathic trolls
Rumble mintz is the brew
The man in the shop
Said you'll be fine
Just sip like you would any expensive wine

I woke up beneath a plastic chair
Somewhere between oblivion and reality
With bits of stuff stuck to my face
It feels like I lost the tread
That the space time continuum
Has cease to be
Is my body plugged into the mains?
My nerves on fire
and I can't control my shaking hands
My fingers are all bloody and swollen
Later I am told
I got into argument
With a door
And that a wardrobe
And a couch took his side

I am not looking for sympathy
I just want folks to hear my plea
Enjoy your whiskey and beer
And no matter what you hear
Never ever taste that devil juice