Bitter ambrosia
I have a degree
in the science of disgusing breath.
buzzing in my head
like a thousand bees
O, glorious alcohol,
drink of the gods!
Uncontrollably giggling
everyone is laughing.
c'mon, it's half past five
I can drink if I want
blurry faces
spinning room
hands grabbing
mouths of strangers
on my neck
Hey, how did I end up on the floor?
Its still half past five,
I can drink if I want!
O ye olde box o wine
we sing praises
in your glory
and shout to the sky
with every cup
to ye olde box o wine!
ha, I can't get up.
but hey, it's a party!
and I can't stop laughing!
shut up, I can drink if I want!
time slows to a crawl
or quickens to a blur
I don't know.
Its always half past five.
Author notes
I dunno how to end it.
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