Not That Drunk Poem by Dean Meredith

I'm not that drunk
I'm not that drunk
I'm not that drunk

The air seems solid
It's back to front
The air seems solid

Got all this junk
But not your forehead
Got all this junk

The air seems solid
Two cars out front
But not your forehead

I'm out to lunch
The food is horrid
I'm out to lunch

The food is horrid
I saw the punch
I saw it coming

I didn't flinch
I saw it coming
I'm not that drunk