'oholic by Ryan M EvonAnger straight, no ice, tall glass
Drink it down, stare in
Hope the few remaining drops
can tell tell something profound
Maybe the next ones will
Glasses get emptier, not the only thing
Fill them to the brim with angered breath
vented, burned lungs, throat and nose
Melting the glasses, everything
After enough time even this stool.
Through the floor, eat a direct line to hell
Take another double and slide on down
Bartender there knows you already
Time to pay the tab 09/11/2005 Posted on 10/03/2005 Copyright © 2024 Ryan M Evon
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