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Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Inebriation Robs You of Your Intellect.

I'm worried about good times
and how there aren't enough to spare.

I've been thinking about good times,
and how every one from the past
has a burden to bring with it.

I'm worried about the unworthy,
the wicked,
and the silhouette of the sinister
masking itself as a good time.

That bottle you bring
only sells your time short,
and removes any memory
of a good time from your system.