Drinking

Drinking  (18+) A drinking poem #2068544 by Chris Breva

The way we drink until we're sick
Tells me our skulls must be pretty thick
We drink thinking we're having fun
Soon to the commode we have to run!

It doesn't make us seem too smart
To drink until we destroy our day's start
Still we spend weekends as such
Our heads hurt to the touch.

Why drink like we do
We know we're sick when we're through
It makes so little sense
We know there will be recompense.