Wasted

Stumbling all over the sidewalk.... Eyes completely glazed. It was something that had to be done, It was one of those kind of days. So after work, I went to the store, With only one thing in mind.... To take the edge off of my soul, To leave this day far behind. I took my first shot, and started to feel great. I took my second shot, and began to celebrate. Third shot, fourth shot, fifth shot.... I kept on going.... it felt so good. Plans to stop? I think not. I began to smile and laugh at the inebriating pleasure, Of knowing I could end the day, happier beyond measure. I walked down the road, dazed and out of it.... When I got the phone call. I answered with a slurred speech, "hello!" "Let's go buy things from the mall!!!" "Let's ride down the street with the music up loud," "I feel so good right now, as if I'm on a drunken cloud." Little did I know, upon reaching my destination, I fell down to the front porch, drowned in inebriation. I was too gone.... I was way too gone.... I crept up the stairs into my room, Not making one single peep. Tripped over my daughter's toys and passed out.... I fell fast asleep.