A poem for drunk lovers and drunks

I would like to go and get drinks with you.

We’ll gulp down a few and maybe I’ll buy you a drink plus two,

if you buy me a drink plus two or three.

I want to be happy drunk with you with a few good drinks, we’ll knock the glass dead on the floor.

The morning after is the worst.

We get stuck with a hangover that is to be deplored

But with another good drink,

I’m sure it can be cured.

C’mon, have another drink with me with a shot of vodka on 1…2…3

 

A poem for drunk lovers and drunks

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