Title-less

Title-less

I’m standing in front of you.
BAIL.

I was hoping that you grew

But that you was nothing but a tall tale.
Stale.

You would’ve been number three,

But nothing about you grew.

That had me looking at pale.

The Drinking Game

The Drinking Game

Glass half full.
Look to the left – bottle empty.
Look to the right – going for round two.

I’m falling behind.
Tilt my head back and now it’s empty.
Quick, catch up on round two.

Three down, but they’re still going.
Don’t stop until you’re caught up.

The world spins.
Faces blend together.
Let’s stop before it’s too late.

Look to the left.
Look to the right.
They’re still going, so why put up a fight?