10 Swigs At Sun set/rise?

Each morning
I take on
ten swigs of swill
from a tall stained glass

One to make slow
a demented mind melting fast,
two to keep me far from flirting with flasks and
three thrown back for amusement and laughs

one for dead bros,
two to get whack
and another to sleep
so I forget all of that
and can start again
when rest mends
feelings of being gassed

I'm gassed up

Liver, neighbors and
bed sheets harassed
by expulsion of poison,
wishes swim by
wishing I
would halt all the poison,
but it's a coy swim

leave me to the streets,
I'm a spaz
and you are not the chosen,
I'm tickled only by
some much more moist fins
from deeper waters
and not beached crabs

Every liquor I lap,
on critters I crap,
I flicker, spit drivel and nap

I split her,
she flaps
open
and I keep my bottles in her wounds,
suppose
I'm a trope then

Am I writing poems or raps?
I dunno, drunk on beach