Knock knock knock
On the door to my liver
The alcohol asks
If I need a ride tonight
And I reply with a
Sloppy, wet, “yes,
I would love a ride,
Take me as far from
Here and there
As you possibly can.
But please, have me back
By sun-up.”
So the bottle goes head
Over heels
For my throat
Dripping down
The cave of my chest
Landing in a puddle
Of more alcohol
And a little
blood
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