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Drinking Drunk

 
The Vodka burns less
Than the previous vodka
And so the long night drags on

The vodka burns a hole
In your perceived reality
Suddenly nothing seems real

The vodka tears a hole
In you self worth and sense of self
Until you don't know who you are

The Vodka tears a hole in your ego
Weakness and cowardus  follows
Weak legs are broken pegs

The Vodka burns a hole in your finances
Until you have nothing of value left
Where is the next vodka coming from

The Vodka tears a hole so large
That any feeling you may have had
Are disolved in the Vodka

The vodka burns a hole
Day after daze filled day
Soon only the vodka remains
Written by David_Macleod (14397816)
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