Drinking Poem by Craig Turner

I proceed to be sick,
Which always makes me vomit,
Then somone rang a bell,
Looked at me and said your drunk go to bed,
Sleeping on a carousel,
The part of the night I dread.

Thinking about the good times,
Drinking away the bad,
Talking about the right times,
Drinking away the bad.

I've been blown up,
Then watch my self deflate,
We blow out,
Till there's nothing to coordinate,
Been thrown out,
In a flourescent state.

Talking about the good times,
Thinking about the righ times,
Drinking away the bad.