Dying Drunk Poem by Dead Beat Poet

Dying Drunk



I'd rather get drunk,
than keep you from dying.
It's not just me,
everyone is trying.

Because no one likes you,
it's not my fault.
Don't blame me,
you're like bitter salt.

You say you'll soon change,
but never do.
Pour me another,
wait, make it two.

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