Inebriation Stories

To keep my evenings copasetic, I imbibe my usual anaestheticDraught beer may not be classy, but it’s cheapTherefore, I end most of my days, in a somewhat alcoholic hazeBefore I stumble home along the street This establishment, so necessary, the pub, my friendly sanctuaryMy nightly refuge from the daily grindWhere I commence self-degradation and blame it on inebriationUntil escorted out the door at closing time Consuming b...