The Drunkest ever

When I drink I do not think Of no one but my self You'll raise your toasts with foamy boasts and claim it is to health but I drink to die To role my head back in my eyes Documenting lies within a parade of sighs. Ice float foundations Greasy cold sides Straws that are too thin Umbrellas that cover only my middle finger Bathrooms that make you piss outside. I use to care that you thunk me drunk? but unfortunately I can't remember who in the hell you are anyway. It was on the barstool that could not spin all the way around that i gathered enough copper and off blue fuzz from my leftist pocket to calmly ask you again for another in which i did and so did you and then it was gone. On the way out i noticed the flickering of a mystery drink dancing by itself in the corner it winked at me and bid me come. I laughed and went home. Puke stained shag carpets Kareoke dreadful wallflowers A cigarette machine that hates my guts Robot bartender with dead eye Flammable material every where