B. Y. O. B.
Long Island Ice Tea, just now downed the Chablis.
Hennessy just for me.
Need to unwind.

I don't mean to appall,
Drank it all,
Hitting the bottle to relieve myself
Out of brew grieving,
Not done smashing ourselves,
A beer run I advise,
Fore it's too late.

Back from the spree.
Someone beer me, a Red Hook ESB.
Opici, I'm tipsy.
Gone is my mind.

Bear no sense of shame,
Need Champagne.
This bash is costing an arm and a leg.
Who else is faded?
Booze has me persuaded
to have a Carona with lime.
In a plastered state.

I need my car key.
Aqua Vitae, buy some Wild Turkey.
Tecate, Hine Brandy.
Whatever I find.

Ya' know, I don't think I'm sober.
Speed to the store in my Range Rover – not sober.

I adjourned without thinking twice.
Almost two, I ran the stop sign.

I have my I.D.
Remove the key, race to the door nervy.
upset greatly, down my head swings.
Stores Closed I do find.