Drinks

Tall glasses filled with poison The bartender is all over the place, The lady walks into the bar And everyone stares right at her face. She sits at the table There right front and center, The waitress already knows what she wants, An order of rum, vodka, and jager. As she drinks She thinks of her past, She remembers losing her father, So she pours another glass. It’s a little past midnight When she stumbles in the door, Trying to stand up straight She then hits the floor. The morning arrives and She wakes up on the bed, She doesn't remember anything and she looks across the room There she sees herself laying there dead.