We measure time by bottles and I've had more than a few
Trained with basic reactions, so I don't know what to do
Tortured by mass descriptions, I have left this life to hate
And when you stare right back at me, you'll know it's far too late
The morbid days consume my soul, each day I grow some less
I've lost all plans to rectify and so I blame distress
Burdened chorus, forced vocal chords, that is just how we sing
But dreams break down every time, and shatter everything
Time decreases with every step, they say I've lost my mind
The evolvement of words, you'll see, these terms are redefined
What was insane is not absurd in what we call today
Corrupt disguise; society - controls to our dismay
Disturbed by thoughts irrelevant - they simply don't make sense
Closing our eyes to what is wrong - then pity consequence
These words detract the stage we're in - The facts are so much more
Though I dare not preach to this world, we've lost it from the core
So ask me why I live this life - [though I'll claim I have none]
And I'll answer - if I exist - when all this play is done
They teach the world to contemplate but how much do they think?
So down last calls, and order more, I've so much more to drink
One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, FLOOR!
Four tequila, five tequila, keep adding some more!
Six tequila, seven tequila, lets get up to EIGHT!
Nine tequila, ten tequila, hell, it's far too late
But oh well, 11, 12, - 13 tequila slammers
just one more is all I need to really get me hammered!
Honorable mention
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
but to be fair theree's hadly anything else that matches it) I think you did excellent
Thank you
very well framed andd written! Love the little poem below! 
