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[rileyfitzgerald]

Fade To Black

a bottle of
the eighty proof
the liquid courage
or hate me juice

the reddest face
the brownest bag and
breathe the breath
of foulest dragon

spinning round
in liquor swirls
a new found taste
for bigger girls

the sober ship
is sunk in ale
not sea sick
but drunk and pale

drowning now
in twenty six
i'm plenty drunk
and plenty sick

my eyes are red
my stomach burns
the alcohol and
my lunch returns

from bottle to belly then back out
from upright to back flat then black out