Alcoholic’s Anonymous

Tap, tap, tap,
On the bottom of the bottle,
It’s upside down
Like your ass in the air.
Every drop hits your tongue.
Sweet bitter burning love.
You can’t get enough.
It’s never enough.
No matter how drunk you get,
He takes you higher.
Your Pilot Jones flies nightly.
Then you unscrew yourself,
Unscrew any cork you can find.
The seal breaks,
And you smile at your reflection in the glass bottle.
The plastic bottle or cardboard box
They all taste like a version of him.
Intoxicating…
until you overdose.

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