empty bottles and slurring speech
ten times ten, a hundred each
beer, vodka, tequila and wine
i'll be in bed before half past nine
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poesíai won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
drinking alone
empty bottles and slurring speech
ten times ten, a hundred each
beer, vodka, tequila and wine
i'll be in bed before half past nine
