The motherloving bottom
of the cocksudsing bottle
is laughing at me - it and the
gobdunged limes are loose
and calling me filthy names.
It is the bitch's fault, I swear,
she poured me out onto the floor
and left me like a ground-in stain.
That frogging woman with the soft damned hair
and the gorgeous bloom of freckles,
that devil, that Emily.
I drink, I drunk, I drive
myself crazier with each foul memory
of her soft lips against mine, warm wet tangles of us,
and whispered I-love-you-lies while the light was too dim
for me to see that she was the truth.
Now I only trust my alca-
my lick-
Now I only trust the booze.
Author notes
Geez - it isn't that hard. Just pretend you are drunk and start making up curse words... 
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- 10001 reasons to write like Scott by MuddyKing.
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HOT DAMN! Love it! The last stanza is so sweet! I want to hear this read aloud at a bar.
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Now if I said it didn't sound like Scott would you be embarrassed 
lololol 
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Haaa!
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LMAO!
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"I drink, I drunk, I drive
myself crazier with each foul memory
of her soft lips against mine, warm wet tangles of us"
Emily doesn't know what she's missin', I guess.Cool penning, Scott.
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hell Scott who has to act...lol
this one speaks to the HIGHer gods of drink drank drunk
tosses a white rose to Emily...in dim light
wonders if he has met this Scott fellow
peace Muddy
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