Wed, 05/28/2014 - 20:54 -- tiraluv

I am your escape rout.
Yes there is a detour but who wants to take the long way out?
Drip, drip, drop.
I can tell that you like this game the way
you sip, sip, pour me onto your tongue indulging just a lil too much of me making you just a little bit tipsy.
I am your quick fix.
As you fix glass after glass of me messing up your body's purity.
I'm taquila on Mondays
a shot of Burben on Wednesdays
And occasional Smirnoff on Thursdays.
But I'm always being passed around to your friends on Saturdays.
You guys get to be Alice while I create the wonderland. Every sip is another soul in my grasp.
See I am your new ruler.
You take every dose of me and I take whey passed out body.
I control every move you make and every step you can't take.
You're so waisted off my shots of whiskey that you forget to tuck your daughter in tonight.
Forget to tell your husband I love you.
Forget today is your mother's birthday.
Forget that your sister was once an alcoholic too.
She's dead now.
But hey. Bottles all around. Take another gulp of rum.
Or maybe you'd prefer me to morph into Vodka.
I can do that you know.
I can be anything you want me to be.
I just can't be your solution.


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