he’s tipsy alright
not even finished his home-made
margarita blabbering something about
ever-clear versus the real stuff
tequila, expensive tequila that the girls
drink on Tuesday nights so they’re used to
it alright, not a lightweight like he is tonight
lying on the bed babbling about something I’m
not listening to it makes no sense and I have things
to do alright I’m tired too, off to bed for the two of
us oh he’s already sound asleep mouth open snoring
just like the dogs lying in the doorway.
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