My Day Inside a Beer Bottle

My pace slowed like that of a turtle, When I spent a day in a beer bottle. The world kept spinning with high speed And seemed to be waiting for no one Thunder balls rolled along the ground And the skies, clothed in heap of sand Boys changed to girls And girls changed to boys The world had its head down And its feet towered the skies My own feet seemed to have kept their distance, For they gave me no attention. They had clearly chosen alcohol over me And had given it their undivided devotion. I wandered with my shirt around my shoulder, Exposing the six-packs obtained during my fierce battle with hunger . I couldn't stop jumping, For the gutters kept uttering my steps I lost my way home, although took carefully every step. I saw on the road to intoxication Signs of blurred vision Never took it into consideration It later got my knees weaken My day was spent inside a beer bottle Woke up the next day , Only to see I drunk my life out. ~stranja