Alcoholic Poem by tiera parker

the feeling in your lip seems to disappear,
the warmness in your tummy, it's all right here.
take a few drinks it'll make you talk,
have too much, you wont' be able to walk.
slurring of words, its not written on the bottle,
but with some more shots, you'll be feeling like a model.
it will make you laugh & probably look-a-fool,
does this sound like the type of thing to make you drool?
The burning of your throat could be so refreshing,
knowing you'll escape the world of drama and things.
When you wake up its all a blurr,
back to the life if drama and torture.