Sour Malibu

Finish another bottle of Malibu, two down and one to go...  
No idea where I'm going with this  
but I guess I'll give it a blow  
and not the blow that scuffs the knees  
against carpet after mounting.  
Far too much sex on the brain,  
partner's been away too long  
and the problem is the migrane kicking at my skull  
and the way I know the taxi will cost me anymore alcohol  
and now I'm making silly rhymes but I swear I'll delete this tomorrow  
since it'll leave you shaking your head at the lack of  
induced talent but heck if I can still spell,  
if I can still space and erase the shitest lines  
I know I'll forgive myself  
perhaps  
when all is done  
and he's come home  
and I've got laid...  
Yes, a woman can also think  
only with her cunt.

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My apologies in advance.