10 shots to delirium

Henceforth, I shall be known as a poor-excuse-of-a-poet.

A little or no credit at all may be rewarded, for my ever brooding and pessimistic self.

Without further ado, my impromptu poetry while entertaining payroll disputes.

10 shots to delirium

a woe unwept.

for unmet deadlines

a well-deserved break

craving for alcohol

my liver in demise

quench this yearning

a substitute

for your lips

untangle this tongue

one shot at a time.

 

Alrighty then, you can now throw the rocks.

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