An alcohol whore is what I was before,

Low-life day's ereased in a purple haze,

Maybe, just a craze, a phase we were going through

(Between you and me...the habit continues)

Sobriety's deserted me once again,

Surrender to the bender and no saying, "When."

Chewing on a bottle of ignorant bliss

And needs must at times like this



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Glass jaw, alcohol whore

Cardboard cut-out lying on the floor,

Lame brain's drunk again...

Stupid dumb-dumb cold plumb insane.

I've felt worse but I've felt better,

A human see-saw to the letter

(It makes me feel so bad-but so nice)

So bad and so nice!

That old devil gravity's having it's way with me,

Bringing me down, surrounding me with misery.

A high-tide suicide, a death ride;

Cut and dried...Inisde I can't hide though I've tried.

Confidence crumbling, can't talk,

I'm mumbling to myself.

I'm stumbling for the top shelf,

Get straight, got to decontaminate before it's too late.



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Eric Wincentsen

267@ef.gc.maricopa.edu

Glendale Community College,

Glendale, Arizona



"Give me ten wheels for Jesus!"

-Elvis Hitler

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