Poetry

Another Round (#240)

My glass is empty of delicious drink,
My brain is numb and unable to think,
Perhaps I drank too much too fast?
I just wanted a buzz that would last,
Alas, I misjudged what it would take,
Does that mean it’s time for a break?
Pish posh. Of course not. I’ll have one more,
And after that, I’ll walk, or stumble, out the door,
So much for just getting a nice lingering buzz,
My head’s gone way past the stage of TV fuzz,
Oh well, what can one really do?
Well, one can drink something new!

Any Thoughts?

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