2004-03-19 - 11:00 p.m.
The Perks of Being a Drunkard
The sugar-shock of eye candy
has soured most that I see
I might not tire of all I know
but it seems tired of me
Requiring many answers
I stumble on only one
Were I a lot less sober
life might be much more fun The acrid tone your tongue employs
to spurt your points of view
seems awfully less corrosive
after I've had a shot or two
I talk of tact and tenderness
to which you only scoff
Were I intoxicated
you might not piss me off Sometimes the jokes that roll your eyes
can be all that I may have
and with each beer bottle I clear
I get more reasons to laugh
I've run out of fingers to count
reasons for my despair
Were I just south of shitfaced
I might not even care It could be said that I complain
far more than I am allowed
I've come a long way from the depths
and of that I should be proud
Compared to where I could've been
my troubles seem easy
Were I too drunk to argue
I might not disagree
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