In the womb I sucked up the fluids of a drunkard mother, then bottle-fed on cheap beer till I could hold a cup of whiskey
without an experience of sobriety I grew
fading in and out of reality
is reality
so
I beg
the provider for more cheap wine
a slave to his freely given mercy so that I will never have a chance to look at myself in a mirror not dim
They say that a state of dryness does exist
that there is freedom for inebriated people like me
but is this the truth or is it merely another drunkards song?
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