For everyone sat there with nothing better to do than drink themselves stupid

Downed drinks drown their stagnant realities
Their conscious crises ebb and wane away
His body thaws to that broken measure
Just so much pain it’s her only pleasure

In the mundane you dream of a bottle
The mediocrity blurred by the bubbles
Unfound pleasures rest with magnum green glass
Dance merrily merry men as though this drink’s your last

Mornings after speak of memories lost
Bulbous noses, reddened faces, inflated navel places
A lifetime dedicated to forgetting it all
He sits with his drunk wife he’s drunk ‘n all

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