You repay my love
with shots of black venom
yet I come to the bar
night after night
until I lay
drunk and numb
self medicating
with a poisonous cure?
Alas I know it
will do me no good
I am not the fool
you take me for
Humbly I stack the glasses
constructing a magnificent
tower from which
I would gladly jump from
Drunk am I now
and clouded is my mind
forgive me…
For I must stumble home,
pass out,
and suspend myself in slumber
if I am going to see
you tomorrow

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