Drunk words are supposedly

Sober thoughts so what exactly

Are your thoughts my dear? Am

I special? Not special enough?

You say to not throw this on myself

But what else can I do when I am

So wonderful yet I always fall short

To her. And her. But when you’re drunk

I rise above them all--guess I must be

Your greatest drunk act of them all.

The End

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