Sushi may like my words; but she doesn't know that, sometimes, my writing is absurd;
Today, it is because I woke up drunk;
Feeling as if my head in liquor, I did dunk.
I love feeling relaxed and poetic;
That doesn't make me pathetic.
For, alcohol seems to inspire my writng;
So, my addictions, I will not be fighting.
Presently, I am so light-headed;
My brain feels very unleaded.
I am surprised I still can type;
And that, to my man, I didn't gripe.
Being drunk is so satisfying;
That is something I am not denying.
But, I am so very tired;
And from poetry, up I am fired.
I need to go back to bed;
With a comfortable pillow beneath my head;
I am so very exhausted;
And only a few dollars, it costed.
Getting drunk is really cheap;
As long as it doesn't make one weep!