When I drink I do not think
Of no one but myself
You'll raise your toasts
with foamy boasts,
and claim it is to health.
But I drink to die
To role my head back in my eyes
Documenting lies within a
parade of sighs.
Ice float foundations.
Greasy cold sides
Straws that are too thin
Umbrellas that cover only
my middle finger
Bathrooms, that make
you piss outside.
I use to care that you thunk me drunk?
but unfortunately I can't remember
who in the hell you are anyway.
It was on the barstool that
could not spin all the way around
that I gathered enough copper,
and off blue fuzz from my leftist
pocket to calmly ask you again
for another, in which I did, and
so did you, and then it was gone.
On the way out I noticed the
flickering of a mystery drink.
Dancing all by itself in the corner.
It winked at me, and bid me come.
So I laughed, and went home.
Puke stained shag carpets
Kareokee dreadful wallflowers
A cigarette machine that hates my guts
Robot bartender with a dead eye
Flammable material, everywhere.
Author notes
Written December 25th, 2003
In a list
A contest entry
- How do you feel about alcohol? Round 4 EVERYONE by Heartofacircle.
300 points, ended April 4, 2006, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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You were clearly full of rotgut when you "WROTE" this so I suppose it's fair that alocoholic ramblings should win. Maybe. But surely spelling and grammar need not be abandoned on the altar of booze.
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nice write. well done, thanks for sharing this piece, keep up the awesome poetry here, and best of luck in my contest!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Great poem. Been there it sucked. Very well put
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drunk as a skunk
great job on this I remember when i used to drink and I have such an imaginary! this poem totally told truth keep up the great work! -
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Wow I really really like all your poems!!!! I can tell you really know what you are talking about! We could use someone like you in our group! please view my homepage and you can see if you want to join! It is a really good group
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You described being drunk very well. Good Job! Thank you for entering!
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Damn! So many trophies- and I see why! This totally describes being drunk..such great point of view here! I really can relate!
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Really?
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Absolutely delightful, you owe me one hundred dolllars by the way, when you were drunk you bet that I could not roll a boiled egg from my nose and catch it in my mouth. It was easy. So please cough up the dosh, remove all carrots from it then. I like my money free from vegetables. Thanks.
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LOL! Been there done that.
Puke flying out my nostrils on a date's cleavage was really a hoot! What's worse...she went out with me again. LOL! Ah yes, those were the days.
I've never been bounced out of bar, though (arrested, yes...bounced, no).
Good write Horus. GL in the contest. ET -
Ha ha, I liked this. It is well written and I love how you just told it like it is. Thanks for entering and always keep writing. ~Karli~
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thanks for entering my contest and best of luck to you.
-thehittmann -
excellent
A very honest poem written bluntly. I like your no frills way of putting it together. Very descriptive though and it flows like good wine or whatever your predeliction is. lol It held my attention until the end, which not all poems do without losing anything. I have read a few of your other pieces too and there is an underlying genius about them that captivates me. You have immense talent and your multifaceted views on things show an openness that is necessary to make you one of the "greats" I look forward to reading all of your work eventually. -
yay!!! i liked it it flows and everyhing *works* i dunno what else to say so ill leave it at that
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Good
yay I get to make the first comment. finally some1 writes a poem about getting drunk and puts it up in the featured box! anywayz... i don't like ur last stanza cause it doesn't really go anywhere but ur first stanza sets the poem up like there is some sort of purpose or problem u have with something. the poem is well written, none of the lines are stupid like some other poems on this site. Keep doin what ur doin' dude, cause i ain't a published poet either. -
lol cool
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