Dear Inebriation,
Once again we play this silly little game,
I go to bed thinking it was but a dream, yet it was all for shame.
The next morning you've left me here alone to to survive,
When I hear about and read the things I've said or done, I could just die.
But don't you worry I'm a joker at heart and I'll laugh it off,
Until the next time you turn me into a big huge jag off...
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