I’m writing this half drunk
At a concert I could exchange
with a boring conversation on instant messenger.
In the toilet, I ask every girl
Who’s waiting at the queue
If there is love
They all say yes and smile
And hug me.
They probably think I broke up with my boyfriend.
But there ain’t no boyfriend;
and there ain’t no love;
five glasses of vodka
killed all my muses.
what was God thinking when he made alcohol?
Îmi place mult!
ReplyDeleteŞi asta şi postarea cu titlul "yeah".
Was he trying to find a cure,
ReplyDeleteOr spread a disease.
Was he trying to fix a mistake?
If so, are we mistake?
Are you Miss Take every excuse
Just to justify the alcohol abuse,
Then blame God for putting
the carciuma in the drum
While you bathe your
Pale hands in the blood of your muse.
man made alcohol not god
ReplyDeleteand god made man
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