A Few Drinks In
I am fascinated by the creeping
Numbness that loosens my fingers
And tongue and words
Are unleashed upon the unwashed
Masses of unsuspecting people
I am but the stuttering holographic image of truth
And I speak it not now either
For I have my mind beside me and against me
It threatens to wrestle the liquor for driving privileges
But Gin won
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Don't tell me to write when drunk. This happens.
Copyright © A.E. Rivenbark | Year Posted 2014
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