Whiskey Do Or Die
Drowning in a whiskey river,
The current pulls me under.
All alone, my head is swimming,
Oblivious to my blunder.
I try to rise to my feet,
But only stagger like a clown.
A sad effort to cross the room,
Only to find myself face down.
Still haunted by a broken heart,
Alas, there'll be no tomorrow.
As I gasp my final breath,
The lights go out on my sorrow.
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