Doesn't Rhyme When Tipsy Poem by Earnest Gatuma

Blood and water
Since tipsy neither have I felt such pressure,
Cheap alcohol
Spirits of a mundane uplifted from a fall
Drunk in heavenly now
Counting my blessings like wow!
Proud of my ego like a narcissist
Thinking of my gratification as an artiste
Mirror stare doesn't appeal comparative,
Every moment I ponder it derails astray,
As much as it accrues I am higher 'okay',
High standards status my sequential
Only to realize I need to lean on more
Reels trynna relate to
Short but excitingly true
Balancing the evens so I reserve the odds,
Profoundly my instincts become blue
Staring at the last tot.