First one in.
Last one out.
The barkeep isn’t keeping track.
Just keeps on wiping down the bar
With beer-stained rag, coming back to
Fill each glass with golden wisdom,
Keep the conversation flowing,
Hanging close on every word.
Knowing all but never knowing.
All too soon the room is spinning.
Voices come from far away.
Sweet control is soon abandoned.
Body parts do not obey,
Disconnected from the brain,
Drugged and numbed to disrepair.
Someone took away my keys.
I may have soiled my underwear.
Oh! Dilemma.
Oh! Disgrace.
Such a long and lonely fall.
Can I ever show my face,
Or make it to last call?
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