Disoriented

*jingles*
Notifying the entrance of a new customer
The white middle aged man walks down to the bar like an altar
He makes his order for  a mojito
Thats done...but he wants some more.. much more
With the bartender's face straight, he doesn't hesitate to set the pace
He drinks up till his face turns more of a tomato paste
Changing his taste for the best of all rums
He gulps down more and more with no care at all

Apparently not too drunk to try his luck
The man decides he'd gamble for fun
He gambles and  he gambles, not losing at all
This white man wants to set the stakes up
Kissing his wedding ring for more luck
He said to the other men;
I'll steal your luck and send you bankrupt
He bet all he had won without even watching the odds

This white lad became sober
When he realized he had lost more than his honour
All the alcohol finally getting to his head...
He sits up! He was about to puke, too late. Its all over the place

So foggy... too foggy
He wakes slowly on the streets
Immediately registering what had transpired,
Though a little disappointed because he wasn't much of a drunk.
He smiled, a bitter smile that held memories. 
At  least since the death of his wife and daughter
Its the most fun he's had since they were murdered.
    
                                                                                    
                                                                                          Disoriented