A Curious Drunk
A drunk has a question
for the bartender
"Hey!! Whazzup mah man!?
Fill dat to da brim, will ya?
And Oh, have you been so drunk out of yo
medulla oblongata ya blurted out
stuff ya thought were weird
like blaqbovyitch!! and yestrusri!!
to someone you were talking to
but they weren't weird after all
but then ya go and make it
weird by tryna make sense,
when ya made sense
in da first place;confusing the hell
outta yoself, like huh?
wondering "blacka blacka Whoa?"
and dat dude and dat moment
got really weird, real fast?
Neither have I. You? Is dat true?"
Bartender: Huh? That's it. No more drinks for you. I'm calling you a cab.
Date written: 05/31/2020
Copyright © Edward Ibeh | Year Posted 2020
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