Wasted
In the air, blows my hair
In my eyes, a blank stare
I’m just wasted
Too much wine, it’s divine
The most flavorful vine
That I’ve tasted
Have to go, even though
I can’t drive, that I know
Call a taxi
Stomach churns, how it burns
Artichoke dip returns
Mouth is waxy
I’m not well, they can tell
Like a turkey from hell
That’s been basted
Over there, people stare
They just laugh, they don’t care
That I’m wasted
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