'03 Mental Shot of Liquor

As looney as it might seem,

One, two many shots can loose you.

The place you say you've been,

Gone from your minds view...

Don't believe it has hit you yet...

That last shot,

The one you said you'd regret,

The one you thought was scotch,

has left you in a senseless morning.

Remember that pain in your temple,

your dehydrated brain...oh the aching...

can't seem to talk, think, completely immobile.

It will all go away...soon,

maybe someday, the concious will tune...


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just bringing up memories...

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