Thursday, August 21

Fuddle

I drink, I drink, I fuddle
Bottle after bottle after bottle
My brain afloat and on its own
its contents like a muddy puddle.

I sleep, I sleep, I fuddled
My heart is pounding in my chest
My stomach roaring like a sewer
its contents like a muddy puddled

I yawn, I stretch, my god, that fuddle
My tongue feels trodden like a path
My muscles ache, my head is banging
... where are my bloody sunglasses?

- Navarth

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