80 Proof Nights

A foggy Cuervo morning I crawl out of my bed Stagger to the bathroom With a pounding in my head It’s just another Sunday Things can’t get much worse I think i’ll write a poem Yes, another drunken verse Tiny glass of 80 proof What courage you gave me To dance upon a table While crooning karaoke I truly thought that I could sing I could hear the people cheer Then I lost my footing And fell right on my rear Now falling off of tables Isn't really all that dumb Cause I got such a chuckle Telling everyone to kiss my bum I kissed a man I didn’t know You think that’s absurd Well his wife was rather angry When I flipped her the big ol bird When Jose takes control of me I have no pride or shame Doesnt really matter much Cause no one knows my name I drank until the wee hours Things were going great Until that final shot of gold That sealed my eveings fate I spent some time talking On a ice cold porceline phone If I survive this night Tomorrow I will atone Well today is tomorrow So forgive me for my sin Never again will I drink tequila Instead I’m drinking gin