I Think I Am Drunk

When I entered this pub,
Everything was messy,
Ladies here appeared ill mannered
And their faces old for the job.
Painted in make ups,
Shorts skirts with slits,
Exposing bleached thighs

I pitied with men here,
Spending all their fortune
The music was loud
And the smoke was choking
I said to myself,
"Not more than one glass"

Suddenly, I have lost count,
Not only of glasses, but bottles,
And money to spend
My new language-
"Waiter, one more! "
I think I am Drunk.

Suddenly, all girls are young,
Their skin is tender,
And their moves seductive.
I suddenly, love their dressing
Now they are all beautiful.
I think I am Drunk.
Suddenly, I call on the DJ:
"DJ, increase the volume! "
And to the crowd of smokers,
I shout, "Puff it out! "
I think I am drunk.

Suddenly, I feel so rich,
I move from table to table
ordering waiters to add more drinks.
And when they hail me,
I throw cash at them.
I think I am drunk.
I've Drunk my all
And people have Drunk too
On my bill
I've lost my way,
I've lost my all
And my mind too
I think I am Drunk.

As I want to leave,
I face the barman,
My phone, jacket and car keys
held in custody —
Until I pay the debt.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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