Vodka

Thu, 03/31/2016 - 05:39 -- kb97

The cheap kind

Burns on its way

Down my thoat

But it doesn't bother me

Because I'm not drinking

To feel good

I'm drinking 

Until I forget.

And as I type these words

I know I'm not drunk enough

Yet.

This poem is about: 
Me

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