After my emesis,
I was removed from the premesis,
and kicked to the curb like a dog.
My jacket all wet,
a forehead of sweat,
vomit chunks caused a colossal sink clog.
I brushed off advice,
and didn’t think twice,
while making myself shit-faced.
The third bar this week,
the outlook is bleak,
of avoiding further disgrace.
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