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Post-Minimalist Portrait of a Lower Middle Class American--Digital Text on Computerized Canvas

tequila smells like nail polish 
and then lemon put in it
tequila now smells like nail polish with lemon

and youre vulnerable to retching
because nail polish regardless of whether there is lemon in it or not
is dangerous because of fruity solvents
like toluene and butyl acetate and ethyl acetate
and plasticizers like dibutyl phthalate 

and to be perfectly honest its close to
ruining the taste of the newly tried
miller lite you had
it had a crisp aftertaste like buttered bread

the burger deserves a special seat in
the hall of fame though

hand the tequila off you dumb lightweight
hand it off hes too into it now to notice
you put lemon in it but who would care
the lines of night seem to have gone away
the lines of everything seem to have
gone away
miller lite tastes like beer now and thats it
but youre buzzed
those darn hops once delicious but now delicious but under wrong circumstances

youll never be able to step foot into a spa
without smelling five seventy five a shot tequila
again will you you dumb lightweight
buzzed off a single miller lite

blah blah blah its only ten thirty
and you can feel it that satisfactory dinner in
your stomach and the beer in your chest
and the confusingly unstoppable and
insatiable drinking bird in your head as it
constantly dips and rocks and your
meal came out to fifteen dollars

and the walk out the bar was filled
with strong fear because what if you
stumbled or something around all the
older folk and they said look at these
young bucks thinking they could
drink but you know you really cant
you dumb lightweight

the lines are all fading 
they werent exactly visible once you boys
got there now were they

youve got a lot to figure out for yourself

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