Over The Bowl Poem by Dan Brown

Pint after pint of the ambery nectar finds
Its way down my throat, and I have no idea how.
Head spinning, room spinning, the only thing clear
is how much I regret it now.
I can’t see straight, the vision’s blurred.
Tongue tied and twisted, speech becoming slurred.
Feeling the heat,
can’t stay on my feet,
And I’m laughing at every word.
The floor looks nice, so I fall and sleep there,
as the Devil consumes my soul.
Stagger to the loo,
Without a clue,
Spend the night over the toilet bowl.