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Poetry News Post #4150

I'm Too Write to Drunk

Written by: Grand Inquisitrix Mystara, Head of Discipline
Date: Saturday, September 29th, 2012
Addressed to: Bluef Shayan'Kor, the Somnolent Wytch


I don't know what I'm doing,
I don't know what I'm thinking,
I really must be going,
I shouldn't of been HI HOW ARE YOU.

Who are you,
why am i here,
get away from me
I WANT SOME MORE BEER.

Why are there five
of you in that seat,
and why can i smell,
your god awful feet.

I'm puking my guts out,
it's all over the floor,
I peed in my chair,
and made out with the door.

The man that I love
I swear he is missing,
who is this humgii
I'm tenderly kissing?

Why do you have,
my panties in your hand,
I don't think I can walk,
SURE AS HECK CAN'T STAND.

Remind me my pet,
to drink this no more,
one tequila, two tequila,
three tequila, FLOOR!

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Ero, in the year 607 AF.


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