One beer down
Fiddling around with the green bottle crown
The black of her eyes
Once the birthplace of vice
Ages to show epic shades of brown
Two beers done
Squinting her eyes to stop the damn sun
From shining and washing her bruises away
A promise that misery and sorrow would stay
Cigar stubs burn
Three beers through
Convinced that fate would smile around the door
Trying to reach it she lands on all four
Bitter acid fluids churned out from her soul
Floods around
Without a sound she staggers on
"Fuck man, bitch is all drunk" they howl....
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