Title: ALCOHOLIA FANTASTICO

Mumbling, numbing lips drooling, brain dulling
with every sip, sip, guzzle
Self medication or escapism?
Who cares?
*Hiccup*

I watched that biddy drink all night long,
I watched her waterlog her cranium.
Soon she’ll be
Mumbling, numbing lips drooling, brain dulling
thoughts pooling into depressants
with every sip, sip, guzzle.

That old biddy drank the whole damn bottle,
and then kept asking me,
"Are we there yet? Are we there yet?"
"No I don’t think so my dear.
I don’t know who told you alcoholism was alcoholia,
because romanticism and alcohol don’t mix."