BARSTOOL BINGE

16,July,2022 by

A barstool sit in don’t you move

I am here to get my drink on and frustrations to prove

I have a job which I am not enthused

Drinking might sound overused

I am at the bar to think

I am drinking away troubles

I can’t even imagine how my day went

I know it wasn’t good with no heaven sent

Getting my drink on

For me, it is like an anecdote to help me move along

I know what you are thinking, a bar is no place to get away from situations

It only adds to more extensions

The barstool has become my friend

I am drunk and won’t pretend

Drinking is my therapy to relax

Yet I am still feeling a little perplexed

Getting my drink on

I am at where I should belong

Now I felt off the barstool

I am looking like a fool

Perhaps I should jump into a pool

Someone helped me up from the floor

It was a stranger, but I am not sure

I am so drunk, and I am saying things that make no sense

Everything I say is passed tense

The night is young, but I feel old

The barstool is my threshold

Let me try to make it home

I am glad I live alone

I crashed on the bed

Drunk beyond drunk

My whole is nothing but bunk

I feel like I am nothing but a low life punk

Tomorrow will be another story

I must take a look at image in the mirror being my own inventory

End of story