Friends

I have NEVER gotten drunk before, nor will I anytime soon (probably), but here's a poem about the topic regardless.

I got through the door

Plop my crap on the ground

Today was rough

I want to forget about it all

My best friend will help with that all

Before I can even sit

I began to bawl

As I grab my friend by their neck 

And pop it off

I let go of today

Drink those tears and those thoughts away

The burning in my throat soothes me

I can tell my friend anything, truthfully

Or not

They'll just sit where I place them and they'll listen to my pointless rants

They don't even care I'm not wearing pants

It gives me this feeling I can't quite recognize

But it sure is nice

I wish I could feel like this all the time

But eventually I drain my friend to their last drop

Must find a new friend

This one can get lost

Has no use for me

Everyday is the same

I hear them calling my name

It's rude to not answer

So I do

When I come, I am no longer blue

I forget it all again

All that has been

Thanks to my new friend

I'm numb to the brain

I love it

I cannot get enough of it

Thanks to my best friend

Champagne

Author's Note

* The "friend" is a personification of champagne *