Feeling fairly flattered after afternoon drinks
The premature pour, to bed early methinks…
Resisting the urge to have just forty winks
So I’m writing this rhyme to help iron out the kinks…
It’s no secret, we all know that shit really stinks
May my shitty mood evaporate in a matter of blinks…
As I ponder a solitary evening, my stomach slowly sinks
Stinking thinking begone, bring me back from the brinks…
I’d like to buzz out & behave like a minx
If I had the mojo, I’d be up to high jinx!
Faith In The Ripple Effect 