One drunken night of Thom Self

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    One drunken night of Thom Self

    Drunk and staggering I arose to my feet
    walking cautiously down the empty street

    heat searing off my head and my clothes a tattered mess
    last night's alcohol bing was because of stress

    don't know where I am I look all around
    trying desperately to find someone but noone could be found

    I keep walking as fast as my drunken self could go
    and believe me I am that drunk so I walked slow

    passed two gas stations and someones garage
    and a man in the street selling some art collage

    he couldnt help me because he was blind as a bat
    and he was deaf so the only thing he did was sat

    I kept going the heat was 101 in the shade
    as I walked I keep thinking what a mistake I made

    finally I see a place but the sign was down
    I walk in and had to check it out and look around

    to my dismay the one thing that I didnt want to see
    I walked in to a bar and the bartender offered a drink to me

    oh whatever so I continued what started last night
    I drunk so much liquor that I started a bar fight

    when it was all said and done I was the last man standing
    until the liquor took over and I fell over the landing

    passed out and bloody I awoke an hour later
    my arms looked like they went through a cheese grater

    the bartender gave me some water to chase the alcohol
    and then he asked me if their was someone whom I could call

    but alas all my friends were all out of town
    and I had no family so I have no one around

    so he let me leave as soon as my arms were bandaged
    and somehow I made it home into bed with no mor damage

    how does one become so consumed to drink relentlessly
    I don't know and don't care because I just worry about me

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