Vodka
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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