Don'T Blame Me Poem by king cojo

I love alcohol because I hate me.

...

Well, maybe
I'm exaggerating just a little
but I'm tipsy so don't blame me.
I don't have a problem,
but I'm also in denial.
I like to load the revolver
and take shots like I'm suicidal.
Bullet proof vests don't help
when you take them straight
to the head.
But I only like to do it
when my insides are dead.
I serve a life sentence
when I work my nine to five.
But when the liquor bails me out
I'm finally free to be alive.
I'm free to be me
and free to think that I'm great.
But when I wake up tomorrow
I'll see that that's a mistake.
Because when I open my eyes
I remember that I hate me.

...

Wait,
where was I going with this?
I'm drunk so don't blame me.