This is my first published attempt at poetry. It's about being drunk, enjoying being drunk, but you've that pit to the stomach feeling that you know how vile it is, but you drink anyway. Do let me know what you think;
Pissed at the bus stop,
Drunk in the rain,
Sunk by that last drop,
Pissed in the rain
Pissed on the hard stuff,
Pissed to the last,
Pissed by that last drop,
Drinking to the past.
Drunk at the bus stop,
Pissed in the rain,
Sunk by that last drop,
Drinking all the same.
Pissed at the bus stop,
Pissed in the rain,
Just missed my last stop,
That last drop,
never again.
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